PGF Nuk - Waddup lyrics
[PGF Nuk - Waddup 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
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 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 sliding every day
I wasn't at the park
(Uh, huh)
I ain't have a 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
(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
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 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 sliding every day
I wasn't at the park
(Uh, huh)
I ain't have a 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
(Fatman, you did this?)