Waddup Song Lyrics by PGF Nuk
Bitch, waddup? (yeah)Ayy, bitch, waddup? (yeah)Ayy, bitch, waddup? (yeah)(They got Wooski on the mix) (yeah yeah)
Ayy, bitch, waddup? (waddup?)They say they on they block, it’s time to slide, fuck ’em up (ayy)Ayy, lil’ bro walking up, masked up, suited up (suited up)Ayy, catch ’em by the store, up the pole, shoot it up (shoot it up)Ayy, switch up on a Glock, make him hop, Double Dutch (ayy)Ayy, lil bro over cold, he got two poles, doubled up (ayy)Ayy, glizzy that’s my dog, he’ll catch you, bite you up (yeah)Ayy, treat the opps like blunts, hit a cut, light ’em up, ayy (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don’t hype him up ’cause he’ll dieHave your whole block cry, his balloons in the skyNow the opps want me dead, so I tell ’em, “Come try”But I slide first, all they hear is (yeah)“Fah, fah, fah, ” that’s that nick, nigga (nick)Ayy, that’s how I’m coming, bitchLike a track star, I’m on my block really runnin’ shitI do this shit in real life, boy this shit is not a skit‘Member putting tape up on the mag just to make it fitI remember slidin’ every day, I wasn’t at the park (uh huh)I ain’t have no lighter, but I really had to make a spark (uh huh)Keep that iron on me like my real name was Tony Stark (yeah, yeah)All you see is spark spark spark, I’m tryna leave a mark, nigga
Ayy, bitch, waddup? (waddup?)They say they on they block, it’s time to slide, fuck ’em up (ayy)Ayy, lil’ bro walking up, masked up, suited up (uh huh)Ayy, catch ’em by the store, up the pole, shoot it up (yeah)Ayy, switch up on a Glock, make him hop, double dutch (yeah)Ayy, lil’ bro over cold, he got two poles, doubled up (uh huh)Ayy, glizzy that’s my dog, he’ll catch you, bite you up (yeah)Ayy, treat the opps like blunts, hit a cut, light ’em up, ayy (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Glock 40 with a switch on the backMy shorty’ll wipe your nose like, “Slatt”You know that backdoor closeKill one of these set-up hoes for thinkin’ it’s thatWe got a chop with a scope, I’ma look in that bitch‘Fore I blink, throw three in his headRidin’ in bulletproof, whole lotta switches and dracsWhenever I be in the ‘Raq (bitch, ayy)Waddup, is you really livin’ them lyrics or what?Hoes play our shit when they get in the truckAnd the opps get mad ’cause they listen to usTold foe’nem slide and they still in the cutHop out, spazz, they pickin’ him upHot shit made his back start sizzlin’ upHe lost his head for forgettin’ to duckWe don’t play that, new Glock, let it spray like AjaxBlew him down, and it’s back to the hood,And we just might have to high speed on the way backFor B Money, we throwin’ up B’s,Catch one of the G’s, I’m makin’ his face crackWe been tryna score for the lead, my shorties been T’dThey shootin’ like Trey Stacks, bitch
Ayy, bitch, waddup? (waddup?)They say they on they block, it’s time to slide, fuck ’em up (ayy)Ayy, lil’ bro walking up, masked up, suited up (uh huh)Ayy, catch ’em by the store, up the pole, shoot it up (yeah)Ayy, switch up on a Glock, make him hop, double dutch (yeah)Ayy, lil’ bro over cold, he got two poles, doubled up (uh huh)Ayy, glizzy that’s my dog, he’ll catch you, bite you up (yeah)Ayy, treat the opps like blunts, hit a cut, light ’em up, ayy (yeah, yeah, yeah)(Fatman, you did this?)