PGF Nuk - Waddup (Remix) (feat. Polo G) lyrics
Polo G [Taurus Tremani Bartlett] Chicago, U.S. 🇺🇸
[PGF Nuk - Waddup Remix feat. Polo G lyrics]
(Fatman, you did this?)
Bitch, what up? (Yeah)
Ayy, bitch, what up? (Yeah)
Ayy, bitch, what up? (Yeah)
(They got Wooskii 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 that 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 dawg
He'll catch you, Bite you up
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, treat the opps like blunts, hit
A cut, light 'em up, Ayy
(Yeah! Yeah)
Don't hype him up 'cause he'll die
Have your wholе block cry
His balloons in the sky
Now the opps want me dеad
(Yeah) , so I tell 'em, "Come try"
But I slide first all they hear is fah, fah
Fah, that's that nick', Nigga
(Bitch) ayy, that's how I'm coming, 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 putting 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 that 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 dawg
He'll catch you, Bite you up
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, treat the opps like blunts, hit
A cut, light 'em up, Ayy
(Yeah! Yeah)
Glock four oh with a switch on the back
My shorty'll wipe your nose like slatt
You know that back door closed
Kill one of these set-up hoes
For thinkin' it's that
We got a chop with a scope, I'ma
Look in that bitch, 'fore I blink
Throw three in his head
Ridin' in bulletproof
Whole lot of switches and Dracs whenever
I be in the 'Raq (Bitch, ayy)
What up? Is you really livin'
Them lyrics or what?
Hoes play our shit when they
Get in the truck and
The opps get mad 'cause they listen to us
Told foenem slide and they still in the cut
Hop out, spaz, they pickin' him up
Hot shit made his back start sizzlin' up
He lost his head for forgettin' to duck
We don't play that, new Glock
Let it spray like Ajax
Blew him down and it's back
To the hood and we
Just might have to high-speed on the way back
For B Money, we throwin' up Bs
Catch one of the Gs
I'm makin' his face crack
We been tryna score for the lead, my shorties
Been T'd, they shootin' like Trey Stacks
Bitch
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 that 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 dawg
He'll catch you, Bite you up
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, treat the opps like blunts, hit
A cut, light 'em up, Ayy
(Yeah! Yeah)
(Fatman, you did this?)
Bitch, what up? (Yeah)
Ayy, bitch, what up? (Yeah)
Ayy, bitch, what up? (Yeah)
(They got Wooskii 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 that 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 dawg
He'll catch you, Bite you up
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, treat the opps like blunts, hit
A cut, light 'em up, Ayy
(Yeah! Yeah)
Don't hype him up 'cause he'll die
Have your wholе block cry
His balloons in the sky
Now the opps want me dеad
(Yeah) , so I tell 'em, "Come try"
But I slide first all they hear is fah, fah
Fah, that's that nick', Nigga
(Bitch) ayy, that's how I'm coming, 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 putting 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 that 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 dawg
He'll catch you, Bite you up
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, treat the opps like blunts, hit
A cut, light 'em up, Ayy
(Yeah! Yeah)
Glock four oh with a switch on the back
My shorty'll wipe your nose like slatt
You know that back door closed
Kill one of these set-up hoes
For thinkin' it's that
We got a chop with a scope, I'ma
Look in that bitch, 'fore I blink
Throw three in his head
Ridin' in bulletproof
Whole lot of switches and Dracs whenever
I be in the 'Raq (Bitch, ayy)
What up? Is you really livin'
Them lyrics or what?
Hoes play our shit when they
Get in the truck and
The opps get mad 'cause they listen to us
Told foenem slide and they still in the cut
Hop out, spaz, they pickin' him up
Hot shit made his back start sizzlin' up
He lost his head for forgettin' to duck
We don't play that, new Glock
Let it spray like Ajax
Blew him down and it's back
To the hood and we
Just might have to high-speed on the way back
For B Money, we throwin' up Bs
Catch one of the Gs
I'm makin' his face crack
We been tryna score for the lead, my shorties
Been T'd, they shootin' like Trey Stacks
Bitch
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 that 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 dawg
He'll catch you, Bite you up
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, treat the opps like blunts, hit
A cut, light 'em up, Ayy
(Yeah! Yeah)
(Fatman, you did this?)