[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 fuck, yeah, hold on
[Chorus: Cordae & Young Thug] Ayy, what's up, nigga? (What's up?) What the fuck, nigga? (What the fuck?) 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 Rov' Was a lil' nigga, wore the same clothes Vivid pictures, boy, I paint those From the fucking jungle where you can't grow Hold grudges, never let it go I'm with my fuckin' dawgs, no pet store Do you need gauze 'cause your pockets swole? What the fuck is that? That's a bankroll I got forty-five K in my pocket Ain't no cappin', I say it, I got it Do a show, thеn I make a deposit I made Europе, they ragin' and moshin' Yeah, I fuck 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 seein' 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 fuck, nigga? (What the fuck?) 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 fuck 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 Fuck 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 fuck 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)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
