Lyrics Wassup - Futuristic

Wassup

Up, down, right, left, goddamn I be rollin' on them, you would think I had a
cheat code
So I been poppin' for a year now, better watch out, I’m about to enter beast
mode
Hit 'em with the sheesh flow, flyer than a superhero
And my pockets on Cee Lo (I want a zillion dollars) like Dr Evil
Ride up to the city in a custom whip with a custom bitch, I mean her titties
fake
I hit it dank, send her on her way, then get the next one like Elimidate
You can’t imitate me, can’t nobody intimidate me
With all this fire I’ve been spittin', I see 'em disintegratin' (goddam)
Hit the bottle, I’m drunk as shit, hit the joint then I’m high off tree
Walkin' 'round with a angel girl, she drink Red Bull and vodka, it give you
wings
I’m in Canada pullin' all the tings, a ventriloquist, pull all the strings
A vegetarian, I need all the green, I’m shittin' on 'em, need all the beans
They know who the fuck I be (who you be?) How could you forget this guy?
F—U—T—U—R—I—S—T—I—C, spell it out like 2005
I’m like move bitch, I’m Ludacris, watch out lil ho, I’m 2 Chainz
Runnin' 'round all crossfaded with a white girl that got a mood ring like «Move»
Give me some room, I’m tryna get by
Oh damn, who got that loud?
I’m tryna get high
Hol' up Hol' up, who got that drink?
I’m tryna get drunk
Where the hoes at?
I’m tryna fuck
Wassup?
I’m tryna get by, I’m tryna get drunk
Wassup?
I’m tryna get high, I’m tryna fuck
Wassup?
I’m tryna get by, I’m tryna get drunk
Wassup?
I’m tryna get high, I’m tryna fuck
Left, down, right, up, walk up in this bitch and make the motherfucka light up
If you ain’t talkin' money what the fuck you doin' callin' me, don’t try to
fuckin' line up
I feel like the man of the hour, I feel like the man of the year
I feel like puttin' my top in the trunk, if I press a button my shit gon'
disappear
If I see a baddie I’ma tell her come here, she gon' get inside cause I’m me
Young B double E—Z, y’all don’t really, y’all don’t really, y’all don’t really
want it with me
On the G—R—I—N—D got so many hoes that I’m a mafuckin' P—I—M—P
Higher than a B-L-I-M-P right now, I’m where you need to be right now
Back up in this bitch, I told these hoes that they gotta get out if ain’t
throwin' back up in this bitch
There’s so many I’ma need backup in this bitch, damn, told em' to say what they
wanted
Told 'em that this was they needed I sheeted, delete it, then I repeat it,
repeat it
Take a day off and repeat it, I mean it, I’m ill
Nigga I ain’t got no chill, nigga all I know is keepin' real
I don’t really focus on the bad, I don’t really focus on the shawty if the
shawty ain’t bad
Girls call me daddy not dad, yeah, man they know what it is, they know what it
is
Fuck what it ain’t, you wanna be better, you can’t, if you come at me with hate
I’ma tell your ass «Move»
Give me some room, I’m tryna get by
Oh damn, who got that loud?
I’m tryna get high
Hol' up Hol' up, who got that drink?
I’m tryna get drunk
Where the hoes at?
I’m tryna fuck
Wassup?
I’m tryna get by, I’m tryna get drunk
Wassup?
I’m tryna get high, I’m tryna fuck
Wassup?
I’m tryna get by, I’m tryna get drunk
Wassup?
I’m tryna get high, I’m tryna fuck