[1st verse] Black shades I’m blinded being around get rated Talk more I ain’t do that full contact retarded Got a bad bitch that’s traffic she eats me I ain’t saying shit I got two O’s Figo good friends amigo You ain’t trying to hit I’m trying to catch it I ain’t got no kitchen I’m cooking public Ethics I got pay tics panic we gon fix it No bull shitting we eating fishes Foreign dishes all bad bitches Red watch blue jeans say what’s up I turn it up now No fake niggas we off the pedal déjà vu I saw that before We switching lanes on every bottle Popping that like every model Been into like cat titles, acting like you ain’t got the title Cut it up hard knocks, out law say what’s up .. UH
[bridge] I ain’t dance bitch you wanna dance get on ma dick You mad at me I ain’t know you I got the cash out I ain’t trust none I ain’t playing no games I ain’t know none Getting that cash is all I know I ain’t playing around
[Chorus] Say what’s up, what’s up, what’s up, what’s up Say what’s up, what’s up, what’s up, what’s up Say what’s up, what’s up, what’s up, what’s up Say what’s up, what’s up, what’s up, what’s up [2nd verse] You ain’t know me you ain’t fuck with me Fuck with me you ain’t know me You owe me you gotta pay me See me when you see me, I be on top hommie like oh me Left and right I ain’t trust that, too good men I ain’t like that No pistols I got testols (testis) pencils I ain’t use that Sign a deal men with ya own blood yeah hommie we got the title Now you on top they say oh boo, go me I got a Bible Fake friends’ Syrup like men like Myro (Myra) Good girls no demo.. UH