"Say Wassup" lyrics - AB-SOUL

AB-SOUL

"Say Wassup"

They know I put it down, now they wanna say wassup
When you see me in your town say wassup
Roll around say wassup
Even ones who wear the crown say wassup
That's wassup
Break it down, that's wassup
Blow a pound, that's wassup
Aye!

And my tail light broke like a promise, homie
This the realest shit I wrote, on my mama, homie
My teachers used to call my mama on me
Now I'm a rapstar and I could fuck my mama's homies
Me and ScHoolboy hit the liquor store
Chocolate swisha burn slow, how sweet?
Who got the dro? Who tryna chief?
Like Pocahontas daddy
And I'm off that granddaddy kush, I'm finna start a family

I'm ghetto, my kool aid need mo suga
Five star suite, you ain't know, suga? (you ain't know bitch?)
I'm chillin' bumpin' Anita Baker
Caked up, they wonder why I don't need a baker
But really though I just need a hater
So I ask 'em for their number when I see a hater
Ask Obama if I don't know about presidents
Keep them dead motherfuckers restin' in my money clip

They know I put it down now they wanna say wassup
When you see me in your town say wassup
Roll around say wassup
Even ones who wear the crown say wassup
That's wassup
Break it down, that's wassup
Blow a pound, that's wassup
Aye!

Look up in the mirror and my gangsta told me what it do?
Cap'n Crunch and Top Ramen all a nigga ever knew
Got a bitch to twist a blunt and pop a nigga collar too
Who that nigga standin over there? That's that nigga Q
What it do?
That's wassup,
Bang this in your Tonka truck
Everybody rockin' chucks and pistol packin'
That's a must
Saggin and my ass showin'
Mami and the cops knowin' all I wanna do is smoke a blunt
Let it bump

Yeah I'm lookin' in the mirror and the nigga said wassup, Rock?
And that nigga looked back at me and said "Boy, you certified."
Took my '87 regal, put it in a chop shop
Stash spot,.45
Run up, you gonna die
Lookin' for a pretty bitch who can twerk it and throw it back
Nigga diss me, no I ain't missin' I'm throwin' shots back
Jay rock, top cat, and I'm still a Top Dawg
Boxed in that Porsche box like I'm fighting south paw

I'm Soulo, take a photo, blowin' do-do in a dojo

We a green light, you a no go - Hey Q go!

No, Rock go!

I'ma rock though, like Barack though
And my eyes low and I drive slow like Paul Wall

Give it back though, I got y'all

Nah fuck that, I'mma ball hog

No fuck that, they gon' fall off

Gotta sawed off, I'mma hop out, let it all off
Hop back in, then haul off

We situated, we hit the pavement so hard we all got ground to play with

A challenger is like, last year calendars

Yup, you're all outdated

We all amazing, you all can hate it, you can live or die that's your ultimatum
Married to the game at the alter wasted
A pound of white rice on the tribe of Asians

Niggas they'll ride for me, bitches they desire me
And what's the one thing they hate most?

Sayin' bye to me!