G Herbo, PGF Nuk - Waddup (Swervo Mix) lyrics

(Fatman, you did this?)
Bitch, what up? (Yeah)
Ayy, bitch what up? (Yeah)
Ayy, bitch what up? (Yeah)
(They got Wooski on the mix)
Yeah, yeah

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
(Suited up)
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 dead
(Yeah) , so I tell 'em, "Come 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?)