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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeWassup (Feat. Future)
[Lil Uzi Vert:]What's, what's, what's up?Play that trumpet for the real niggas (What's up?)What's up?Play that trumpet for the real niggasYeah, let's do it (Yo, Pi'erre, yo, Pi'erre)Yeah, let's, let's do itWhat's up? (Yeah)What's up? (Woo)What's up?What's up?What's up?What's up?What's up?What's up?Uh, I'ma make sure they remember me'Cause I walk around with lot of enemies (Woah)I'ma make sure that they feelin' meSo I walk around with a new lemon squeeze (Woah)Everybody know I am from outer space (Yeah)So you know that aliens be sendin' me (Woah)Yes, I walk around, pocket got bank accountIf you wanna catch up, need like ten of meNo, statistically, I can't win every timeBut you know the score prolly like ten to threeAnd them three times that I had to take an LI remember them boys tried to finish meSaid we roll a 'Wood, I roll like fifty L'sThey say, "How you keep all of that energy? "'Cause I can't go back to the hood where them niggas could send at meI remember livin' right next to my enemy (Woah)Now I got too much money, I could blow up your whole facility (Yeah, yeah)Gettin' too much money, I can build me a new facility (Lil Uzi Vert, yeah, yeah)I fuck her three times, so I call that girl, um, a trinity (Woah, woah)Uh, and no time, I would never ever let 'em sentence me (Woah, at all)And in no time, gotta duck off 'cause these niggas would love killin' me (Yeah)What's up? (What's up?)Don't deal with the lies and the frauds (No)That's why I don't get involvedWhat's up? (Woo)What's up? (Yeah)What's up?What's up? (Yeah)What's up?What's up? (Ayy)What's up?What's up?Uh, I'ma make sure they remember me'Cause I walk around with lot of enemies (Woah)I'ma make sure that they feelin' meSo I walk around with a new lemon squeeze (Woah)Everybody know I am from outer spaceSo you know that aliens be sendin' me (Yeah)Yes, I walk around, pocket got bank accountIf you wanna catch up, need like ten of me[Future:]Everybody know I come from outer spaceI got racks on me, you do not wanna raceI got enemies so niggas gonna hateKeep that semi on me, get you out my wayHit a new mistress every dayGot the new bitch, get on the cakeGot that lemon squeeze for the trigger playGot some red toes, she on the wayI got Koreans, F&NsRose gold diamonds same color Hen'Cops tryna arrest me, I'm gone in the windYou cannot catch me or none of my friendsYou know that Richard Mille cost me a BenzYou know we get it poppin' on my endYou see these blue face BenjaminsSee the way these diamonds sittin' off the lensYou know we comin' in number oneYou know we gon' kill the whole summer tooYou know I'm blowin' up like an atomic bombYou know it ain't nothin' to doAnd I'm steppin', I'm steppin' in one-of-onesMargielas got me walkin' on the moonAll this money got me like I'm on shroomsDrankin' yellow, feelin' like a tycoon[Lil Uzi Vert:]What's up?What's up? (Woo)What's up? (Ayy)What's up?What's up? (Yeah)What's up? (Yeah)What's up?What's up?Uh, I'ma make sure they remember me'Cause I walk around with lot of enemies (Woah)I'ma make sure that they feelin' meSo I walk around with a new lemon squeeze (Woah)Everybody know I am from outer spaceSo you know that aliens be sendin' me (Yeah)Yes, I walk around, pocket got bank accountIf you wanna catch up, need like ten of me
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