Lyrics Sup - Kalifa

Sup

You know what it is, man
I’m handling biz, man
Get it how you live, man
Ooh yeah, girl, rumspringa, rumspringa
When we come through watch how they linger
We ain’t giving no cares, middle fingers, wassup?
Wassup, boy?
All my is livin'
All these get with it
These assholes get lifted
I’m butter, watch me churn it up, what’s up?
(Wassup, wassup, wassup?)
What’s up boy, what’s up?
(Wassup, wassup, wassup?)
What’s up boy?
I was chilling in the cut
I winked at him once
Just to put butterflies up in his gut
Let me get at that tapioca bubble butt
I killed it, shut the casket, I don’t give a fuck
Wha-wha-what the fuck is this?
A trickle down theory?
Ha, when I splash I make them drown clearly, yup
I see me on the agenda
Serving it grande, venti, trenta
Skin color: spicy chai latte
Get some coffee, pop it like edamame
Ay, I’m feelin
We actin' hella naughty by nature, it’s a party
I don’t take no teas to the fever
Little niggas soulburst, flow like ether
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Won’t little swishers throw down like the G
They don’t fuck with me cause I guarantee
I’ll
No, basic bitches don’t fuck with me
Cause they realize that I’m from the NYC
He say what’s the T/tea?
Black
He’s asking me about my zodi-ac
I’m like, «Ay bra, you don’t know me like that»
But if you got the milk and honey, could be homies like that
Niggas know I’m the bee’s knees
But they don’t know about these teas
Earl Gray, all day, I’m real steep like loose leaf
I got them bridges burning all around me
You can’t prevent forest fires when I’m sparking trees
I’m in that arboretum with Adam, Eve, and Steven
You wanna rub the apples?
Call me Johnny, I’m seedin'
He say he wanna flirt, he’s sayin' that he’s straight, though!
They say I’m gay as hell, I’m sellin' fruit for pesos!