Cordae - Wassup lyrics

[Intro: Cordae] Daytrip took it to ten (Hey) What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up? What the fu*k, yeah, hold on [Chorus: Cordae & Young Thug] Ayy, what's up, ni**a? (What's up?) What the fu*k, ni**a? (What the fu*k?) Bought that b*tch a Birkin bag Now she in love with us Hockey puck, ni**a I'm froze up, ni**a See a baddie with me Say, "What's up?", ni**a [Verse 1: Cordae & Young Thug] Say, "Hello", ni**a, little ho ni**a b*tch-ass broke ni**a, nah, I can't roll with ya, huh Say, "Hello", ni**a, you a ho, ni**a (What's up?) What's a high horse to a motherfu*kin' G.O.A.T. ni**a? (What's up?) Hold on, uh, first car was a Range Rover Was a lil' ni**a, wore the same clothes Vivid pictures, boy, I paint those From the fu*king jungle where you can't grow Hold grudges, never let it go I'm with my fu*kin' dawgs, no pedestal Do you need gause 'cause your pockets swole? What the fu*k is that? That's a bankroll I got forty-five K in my pockеt Ain't no cappin', I say it, I got it Do a show, then I make a deposit I madе Europe, they ragin' and moshin' Yeah, I fu*k with the Wizards, but catch me courtside Guarantee it's the Lakers I'm watching ni**a, I am the greatest in my generation I don't do no playin' about it These rappers, they should call me, "Papi" Every lil' thing is exotic I'm with two hoes like a shotty I'm sh*ttin' on these ni**as, no potty I don't wanna see your twenty dollar bill 'less it's Harriet Tubman My thoughts outta pocket I been hidin' from the world The only thing see me right now is the sky and the projects (Hold on) [Chorus: Cordae & Young Thug] Ayy, what's up, ni**a? (What's up?) What the fu*k, ni**a? (What the fu*k?) Bought that b*tch a Birkin bag Now she in love with us Hockey puck, ni**a I'm froze up, ni**a See a baddie with me Say, "What's up?", ni**a (Ayy, say, "What's up?") [Verse 2: Cordae & Young Thug] Say, "What's up?", watch how I fu*k it up, get it back ni**as say they really gettin' money, that's fitted cap Boy, you ain't never outside, where you really at? Designer rug, alligator my floor mat Bad lil' b*tch gon' give me that neck, neck We was in the trenches, ni**a, you was playin' Tech Deck Why you so motherfu*kin' cap? Don't respect that, hey Don't come close, better step back, hey Minor setback for a comeback b*tch ass so damn fat, she got hunch back, hey fu*k around and play, get splatt-splatt ni**a put a hole in his head like a humpback, woah I been in the slums, givin' all back Tell me, where the fu*k is Donald Trump at? (Let's go) Came from the slums, deep down in the trenches (Let's go) Where a young ni**a sharin' a bookbag (Uh) [Chorus: Cordae & Young Thug] Ayy, what's up, ni**a? (What's up?) What the fu*k, ni**a? (What the fu*k?) Bought that b*tch a Birkin bag Now she in love with us Hockey puck, ni**a I'm froze up, ni**a See a baddie with me Say, "What's up?", ni**a [Outro] Daytrip took it to ten (Hey)