Waddup (Swervo Mix) Songtext

Ayy, catch 'em by the store, up the pole, shoot it up (Shoot it up)
Ayy, switch up on a Glock, make him hop, double dutch (Ayy)
Ayy, lil' bro over cold, he got two poles, doubled up
Ayy, glizzy that's my dog, he'll catch you, bite you up
Ayy, treat the opps like blunts, hit a cut, light 'em up, ayy

Don't hype him up 'cause he'll die
Have your whole block cry, his balloons in the sky
Now the opps want me dеad (Yeah), so I tell 'em, "Comе try"
But I slide first, all they hear is "Fah, fah, fah,"
That's that nick', nigga
Ayy, that's how I'm comin' bitch
Like a track star, I'm on my block really runnin' shit
I do this shit in real life, boy this shit is not a skit
'Member puttin' tape up on the mag' just to make it fit
I remember slidin' every day, I wasn't at the park (Uh-huh)
I ain't have no lighter, but I really had to make a spark (Uh-huh)
Keep that iron on me like my real name was Tony Stark (Yeah, yeah)
All you see is spark, spark, spark, I'm tryna leave a mark, nigga
Ayy, bitch, what up? (What up?)
They say they on they block, it's time to slide, fuck 'em up (Ayy)
Ayy, lil' bro walking up, masked up, suited up (Uh-huh)
Ayy, catch 'em by the store, up the pole, shoot it up (Yeah)
Ayy, switch up on a Glock, make him hop, double dutch (Yeah)
Ayy, lil' bro over cold, he got two poles, doubled up (Uh-huh)
Ayy, glizzy that's my dog, he'll catch you, bite you up (Yeah)
Ayy, treat the opps like blunts, hit a cut, light 'em up
What up
Ayy

My guns verse your guns, what up?
If you ain't never shot no guns, shut up
Ain't done with them niggas, but they done with us
They ain't been shootin' no guns at us
You know how I play, hop out broad day
Thirty shots, no less, that was fun to us, so what?
No Limit 'til the world blow up, go up
These lil' niggas squirrels, to us, go nuts
Gettin' me out the way, yeah that's what they say
I was out every day, but we post up
G Herbo, I been gettin' cake from East coast to coastal
If you was front-line, survived the war, or done some time, then toast up
I mean it
Hundred M's, two hundred M's, I need it
Cop that coupe with yellow guts 'cause yellow tape, I seen it
Even though I pray to angels, gotta face the demons
Like a tourist in my city, I'm tryna take the scenic
Route, I'm big and 'bout
Turn up when I feel in doubt
Quick to spit my feelings out
Run your mouth and get some clout
You know what my city 'bout
Like an outfit, pick 'em out
I'm probably the richest nigga around
Like a sore thumb, I'm stickin' out
Ayy, what up, what up, bitch
They say they on they block, it's time to slide, fuck 'em up
Niggas act like they could fuck with us, can't fuck with us
Sixteen rockin' ice, I had my pipe worth a hundred plus (Know that)
We ain't into givin' passes, I done faced like a hundred blunts (What up)
Used to ride paddy wagons, spent an M' on a couple trucks (Skrrt)
Why you actin' like I ain't up?
War time, why you act like I wasn't up?
Went up, why you act like that wasn't us?
Tote iron, why you actin' like I ain't up? Bitch
What up
I can't wait for this shit to get bussin', bussin'
Four nick' holdin' it steady, cock it back and it's ready, I don't care if you ready or what
Draco hit up his Chevy and this shit heavy, but it ain't heavy enough
Ride with a whole lot of shots, could clip a block, who you got? They namin' it what?
What up, bitch, what up
They say they on they block, it's time to slide, fuck 'em up
Whats his age? He got all them bodies, what the fuck
Get up on 'em, fah fah fah, that's whats up, nigga (Fatman, you did this?)