Sango - Wa**up lyrics

[Produced by Sango] [Verse 1] Get on my level ho, get on my level b**h 36 and Minnesota, you know who you f**in' with Baby girl got the pistol hangin' straight out a Prada bag We don't care who you or where you're from We still run up on you like, Wa**up! Wa**up, wa**up, wa**up with them cookies I'm a triple OG sell propane, we street bang you a rookie I'm a mother f**ing problem, what the problem be? I'm just probably just spit this verse and make sure you just coming after me We so damn cray, rapapapa bababa ya Shake that a** on dick and make me cum I don't f** with no n***a, up top I learn it from I will run in the streets all day and all night If you don't believe that sh**, I'll tell you sh** you've never seen DC Maryland that's the scene, ??? Peanut boogie b**bie ricco pretty boy ..? Tell me if you see my n***as round my way for make believe Yeah [Verse 2] Dirty pop, take a dirty Glock and pop you off the block Pull that trigger look away and cry about it nada Pile it up under my bed and stuff some in my sock Never you knew you shock to synthesize just want your Pradas 4th route of the cities DC, Maryland, PG, and VA Slangin' dope, now audio dope but we pushin' dope (c**aina!) f** women, weed, and weather got the b**hes Hoosie heather still addicted to that waister that we rap about Take a dirty Glock and pop you off the block Pull the trigger look away and cry about it later Pile it all up in my closets, stuff some in my sock Never lose your shock to senses for Balenciaga, Gucci, Louis Belts and Cartier we ran at buddies house I saw some panties on the floor and thought of buddy's spouse Yeah my n***a got no p**y what I'm ‘bout to do I mean her room right there, so should I knock or just intrude? What it do? [Bridge] x2 Squaaash club n***a we the mother f**ing truth b**h n***as copping b's asking for a truce Throw a middle finger up and tell them n***as s** it n***a I don't tweet, I get to fighting then I bust ‘em