Cordae Wassup (feat. Young Thug)
[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 f..ck, yeah, hold on
[Chorus: Cordae & Young Thug]
Ayy, what's up, nigga? (What's up?)
What the f..ck, nigga? (What the f..ck?)
Bought that bitch a Birkin bag
Now she in love with us
Hockey puck, nigga
I'm froze up, nigga
See a baddie with me
Say, "What's up?," nigga
[Verse 1: Cordae & Young Thug]
Say, "Hello", nigga, little ho nigga
Bitch-ass broke nigga, nah, I can't roll with ya, huh
Say, "Hello", nigga, you a ho, nigga (What's up?)
What's a high horse to a motherfuckin' G.O.A.T. nigga? (What's up?)
Hold on, uh, first car was a Range Rover
Was a lil' nigga, wore the same clothes
Vivid pictures, boy, I paint those
From the f..cking jungle where you can't grow
Hold grudges, never let it go
I'm with my f..ckin' dawgs, no pedestal
Do you need gauze 'cause your pockets swole?
What the f..ck 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 f..ck with the Wizards, but catch me courtside
Guarantee it's the Lakers I'm watching
Nigga, 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 shittin' on these niggas, 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, nigga? (What's up?)
What the f..ck, nigga? (What the f..ck?)
Bought that bitch a Birkin bag
Now she in love with us
Hockey puck, nigga
I'm froze up, nigga
See a baddie with me
Say, "What's up?" Nigga (Ayy, say, "What's up?")
[Verse 2: Cordae & Young Thug]
Say, "What's up?", watch how I f..ck it up, get it back
Niggas 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' bitch gon' give me that neck, neck
We was in the trenches, nigga, you was playin' Tech Deck
Why you so motherfuckin' cap? Don't respect that, hey
Don't come close, better step back, hey
Minor setback for a comeback
Bitch ass so damn fat, she got hunch back, hey
F..ck around and play, get splatt-splatt
Nigga put a hole in his head like a humpback, woah
I been in the slums, givin' all back
Tell me, where the f..ck is Donald Trump at? (Let's go)
Came from the slums, deep down in the trenches (Let's go)
Where a young nigga sharin' a bookbag (Uh)
[Chorus: Cordae & Young Thug]
Ayy, what's up, nigga? (What's up?)
What the f..ck, nigga? (What the f..ck?)
Bought that bitch a Birkin bag
Now she in love with us
Hockey puck, nigga
I'm froze up, nigga
See a baddie with me
Say, "What's up?" Nigga
[Outro]
Daytrip took it to ten (Hey)
