Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wassup, artist - Lil Scrappy. Date of issue: 15.11.2010
Song language: English
Wassup |
| Hey, wassup pimp? |
| Birdman, mothaf**ker |
| The financial adviser of this get money game |
| It’s Stunna, the big money man |
| So loosen up your strings 'cause you can get shot |
| The Crystal absolute is 'On The Rocks' |
| Ey nigga, I gotta stay, fly money |
| No baseball player, I got the a-ride money |
| I go to Jamaica, homie and ball like a dog |
| The leaf that sticky, homie and fog up the car |
| It’s nothing to the icky, icky Harlem world sticky, sticky |
| Fifty, fifty, a gram raw cut dilly |
| Got minks on my body 'cause it costs too much |
| 250 on the Bird had to frost me up |
| See, these gangstas, pimps and thugs make the world go round |
| Ride for uptown and till they lay you down |
| Birdman with them big chips |
| With the Bird Lady and the Benzes |
| (It's the fly away) |
| Fly, fly away |
| Or you can hit the highway |
| That’s the only way that we do it |
| Love when we do it |
| (Oh, it’s fly away) |
| It’s fly away, it’s fly away |
| (Fly away) |
| 'Cause we gon’get you high today |
| I know you wanna see how we do it |
| You know how we do it |
| (The fly away) |
| Fly, fly away |
| So get your stock up, nigga, get our brains rapped right |
| The hood f**ked up 'cause the nigga changed like |
| The Birdman Daddy keeps the bricks taped tight |
| A hundred of them things got my chips same night |
| Pull up in the Bentley with them skinny ass tires |
| Ice all over 'cause a nigga so fly |
| and I’m doing what I’m doing |
| If them clubs gon’pop, I’m getting straight to 'em |
| Nothing on chain, I put them dubs on the thangs |
| Wipe a nigga down, bitch, give a nigga brains |
| Call a nigga changed, ma, wash a nigga range |
| Bird, baby, down with them Cardier frames |
| Gucci from head to toe and Stunna my name |
| Make winter weather and that’s my thang |
| I’m iced up, nigga, smoke pounds of dro |
| And I’m labeled as a pimp and I mack a hoe, biatch |
| (It's the fly away) |
| Fly, fly away |
| (Fly away) |
| Or you can hit the highway |
| That’s the only way that we do it |
| Love when we do it |
| (It's fly away) |
| It’s fly away, it’s fly away |
| (Fly away, fly away) |
| 'Cause we gon’get you high today |
| I know you wanna see how we do it |
| You know how we do it |
| It’s the worldwide callin’and the boss of the ballin' |
| A hood rich, nigga, Money tall as all |
| The youngers of 20 cheerin’and nobody starvin' |
| Nobody borrowin''cause nobody starvin' |
| Ey ey, TQueezy, the dro man callin' |
| Get it in the jar, Jeff Pense is callin' |
| Buy ounce, buy pound, buy enough for the rounds by mouth |
| 'Cause ya know how it’s going down |
| Dro party with the Magnolia chicks |
| Smoke just fly, nobody givin’lips |
| They all on the floor 'cause the brains is flying |
| On the outside it’s just them 20 inch tires |
| Bentley, Lexus, Lams and Vets |
| Them Ragtop, Guccis with the Smitt n Wess |
| Got the old school caddies and them new school too |
| Platinum mouth niggaz and them gold mouth too, biatch |
| (It's the fly away) |
| Fly, fly away |
| (It's the fly away) |
| Or you can hit the highway |
| That’s the only way that we do it |
| Love when we do it |
| (It's fly away) |
| It’s fly away, it’s fly away |
| (Fly away, fly away) |
| 'Cause we gon’get you high today |
| I know you wanna see how we do it |
| You know how we do it |
| (The fly away) |
| Fly, fly away |
| The Birdman, bitch, coming to a city near you |
| Now how you luv that nigga, now I know what this is |
| You know what you need to do? |
| You need to look on the back of your CD cover |
| And get that sticker for the Mom Burberry G-nites |
| You want to come pick them up? |
| Come, pick them up on 6 and Magnolia and holla at ya boy c-ya? |
| You understand? |
| And we gon’holla at ya another time, holla, biatch |