Yeah, tell em wassup, with their shit oh snap
Two hot chicks want a pic, go snap
Run it, run it up, turn around, let it clap
Little bitch boy gettin' mad, get my strap like woah
Kick em out my show
Make a lil call, if she tryna do some more, no no
What's your problem, I know
You just want the guap, no love, only money, no
Tell em wassup, with their shit oh snap
Two hot chicks want a pic, go snap
Run it, run it up, turn around, let it clap
Little bitch boy gettin' mad, get my strap like woah
Kick em out my show
Make a lil call, if she tryna do some more, no no
What's your problem, I know
You just want the guap, no love, only money, no
Skrt off in the foreign, my whip
Smoking on the exotics, just kidding I don't hit
Motherf*cker vaping for his mental, no grip
Why you f*cking beggin' for the funds, don't shit around
You can't hit a lick, on me
Never let my guard, down chief
My bitch I f*ckin pick, oh sheesh
Getting down dirty, no knee
Ay, ay bitch, why you tryna start with me
Tell me who's talkin, and I'll make em bleed
I know you got options, but that ain't me
Only making bank, ain't shit for free
Ay bitch, why you tryna' talk like a diss track
Hop in the whip, yeah we call that shit whiplash
Zooming too fast, and we never gon' look back
Always hit my line, sorry guess I just missed that
Said one, two, three more times
Hold up hit reverse, I'm tryna see you rewind
Pretty little thing, with the big behind
Only making tens, put that shit on a dime
Baby girl got me thinking I'm the shit
Saying that she's mine, then Imma have to hit
If she not making time, then sorry Imma dip
I swear she wearing nothing, and she calling it a fit like woah
Tell em wassup, with their shit oh snap
Two hot chicks want a pic, go snap
Run it, run it up, turn around, let it clap
Little bitch boy gettin' mad, get my strap like woah
Kick em out my show
Make a lil call, if she tryna do some more, no no
What's your problem, I know
You just want the guap, no love, only money, no
Tell em wassup, with their shit oh snap
Two hot chicks want a pic, go snap
Run it, run it up, turn around, let it clap
Little bitch boy gettin' mad, get my strap like woah
Kick em out my show
Make a lil call, if she tryna do some more, no no
What's your problem, I know
You just want the guap, no love, only money, no no
Qrystral - WASSUP! (feat. Levi Simon) Lyrics
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Yeah, tell em wassup, with their shit oh snap
Two hot chicks want a pic, go snap
Run it, run it up, turn around, let it clap
Little bitch boy gettin' mad, get my strap like woah
Kick em out my show
Make a lil call, if she tryna do some more, no no
What's your problem, I know
You just want the guap, no love, only money, no
Tell em wassup, with their shit oh snap
Two hot chicks want a pic, go snap
Run it, run it up, turn around, let it clap
Little bitch boy gettin' mad, get my strap like woah
Kick em out my show
Make a lil call, if she tryna do some more, no no
What's your problem, I know
You just want the guap, no love, only money, no
Skrt off in the foreign, my whip
Smoking on the exotics, just kidding I don't hit
Motherf*cker vaping for his mental, no grip
Why you f*cking beggin' for the funds, don't shit around
You can't hit a lick, on me
Never let my guard, down chief
My bitch I f*ckin pick, oh sheesh
Getting down dirty, no knee
Ay, ay bitch, why you tryna start with me
Tell me who's talkin, and I'll make em bleed
I know you got options, but that ain't me
Only making bank, ain't shit for free
Ay bitch, why you tryna' talk like a diss track
Hop in the whip, yeah we call that shit whiplash
Zooming too fast, and we never gon' look back
Always hit my line, sorry guess I just missed that
Said one, two, three more times
Hold up hit reverse, I'm tryna see you rewind
Pretty little thing, with the big behind
Only making tens, put that shit on a dime
Baby girl got me thinking I'm the shit
Saying that she's mine, then Imma have to hit
If she not making time, then sorry Imma dip
I swear she wearing nothing, and she calling it a fit like woah
Tell em wassup, with their shit oh snap
Two hot chicks want a pic, go snap
Run it, run it up, turn around, let it clap
Little bitch boy gettin' mad, get my strap like woah
Kick em out my show
Make a lil call, if she tryna do some more, no no
What's your problem, I know
You just want the guap, no love, only money, no
Tell em wassup, with their shit oh snap
Two hot chicks want a pic, go snap
Run it, run it up, turn around, let it clap
Little bitch boy gettin' mad, get my strap like woah
Kick em out my show
Make a lil call, if she tryna do some more, no no
What's your problem, I know
You just want the guap, no love, only money, no no
Two hot chicks want a pic, go snap
Run it, run it up, turn around, let it clap
Little bitch boy gettin' mad, get my strap like woah
Kick em out my show
Make a lil call, if she tryna do some more, no no
What's your problem, I know
You just want the guap, no love, only money, no
Tell em wassup, with their shit oh snap
Two hot chicks want a pic, go snap
Run it, run it up, turn around, let it clap
Little bitch boy gettin' mad, get my strap like woah
Kick em out my show
Make a lil call, if she tryna do some more, no no
What's your problem, I know
You just want the guap, no love, only money, no
Skrt off in the foreign, my whip
Smoking on the exotics, just kidding I don't hit
Motherf*cker vaping for his mental, no grip
Why you f*cking beggin' for the funds, don't shit around
You can't hit a lick, on me
Never let my guard, down chief
My bitch I f*ckin pick, oh sheesh
Getting down dirty, no knee
Ay, ay bitch, why you tryna start with me
Tell me who's talkin, and I'll make em bleed
I know you got options, but that ain't me
Only making bank, ain't shit for free
Ay bitch, why you tryna' talk like a diss track
Hop in the whip, yeah we call that shit whiplash
Zooming too fast, and we never gon' look back
Always hit my line, sorry guess I just missed that
Said one, two, three more times
Hold up hit reverse, I'm tryna see you rewind
Pretty little thing, with the big behind
Only making tens, put that shit on a dime
Baby girl got me thinking I'm the shit
Saying that she's mine, then Imma have to hit
If she not making time, then sorry Imma dip
I swear she wearing nothing, and she calling it a fit like woah
Tell em wassup, with their shit oh snap
Two hot chicks want a pic, go snap
Run it, run it up, turn around, let it clap
Little bitch boy gettin' mad, get my strap like woah
Kick em out my show
Make a lil call, if she tryna do some more, no no
What's your problem, I know
You just want the guap, no love, only money, no
Tell em wassup, with their shit oh snap
Two hot chicks want a pic, go snap
Run it, run it up, turn around, let it clap
Little bitch boy gettin' mad, get my strap like woah
Kick em out my show
Make a lil call, if she tryna do some more, no no
What's your problem, I know
You just want the guap, no love, only money, no no
Writer: Ethan Seo, Levi Simon
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid