Pi’erre Bourne
Girl Wassup
[Chorus]
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Bitch keep my hittin' my phone
I told that bitch, I had enough, man, girl, what's up? (Buh-bye, buh-bye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)
(Girl, what's up? What the fuck?)
Bitch keep my hittin' my phone
I told that bitch, I had enough, man, girl, what's up? (Yeehoo, yeehoo, yeehoo, yeehoo, ooh)
Girl, what's up? What the fuck? (Ayy)
Girl, what's up? What the fuck? (Yeah, ayy)
Girl, what's up? What the fuck? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy)

[Verse 1]
All my life, wanna be top dog
Rockin' this show, shut down by the law
Hop in the truck, me and my dawgs
Shut down the block, she wanna call
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I know how it is, when it been too long
She gettin' pissed when she hear my songs
Ain't trippin' 'bout no bitch, got mo'
Smoke out the zip, got Cheerios
Ask about me, got Siri hoes
Huh, huh, huh
Yeah, Alexa, who else you know get fresher?
Frеsh to death, I'm on a stretcher
Pockеts they look like pressure
Stackin' the money, look like Tetris
She wanna kick it like Tekken
Feelin' on me like Helen
Chemist, she know what wet is
UCLA, I'm fresh prince
Fuckin' on this lil' brunnen
Kill the bitch, my fit ruined
Tim Allen, I got my toolkit
Sosshouse Home Improvement
Fuck on this bitch, she a groupie
Took the bitch, yeah, from the group she with
She sent the location to her friends
[Chorus]
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Bitch keep my hittin' my phone
I told that bitch, I had enough, man, girl, what's up? (Buh-bye, buh-bye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Bitch keep my hittin' my phone
I told that bitch, I had enough, man, girl, what's up? (Buh-bye, buh-bye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)
(Girl, what's up? What the fuck?)
Bitch keep my hittin' my phone
I told that bitch, I had enough, man, girl, what's up? (Yeehoo, yeehoo, yeehoo, yeehoo, ooh)
Girl, what's up? What the fuck? (Ayy)
Girl, what's up? What the fuck? (Yeah, ayy)
Girl, what's up? What the fuck? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy)

[Verse 2]
Can't waste time, she wanna recycle
Ride like a wave, she want a tidal
Rockin' the stage, it's not a recital
Bitch we gon' rage, ayy
Bitch we gon' rage, ayy
Bitch we gon' rage, ayy
Bitch we gon' rage, ayy
Bitch we gon' rage, yeah
Bought her purple flowers, hit this ho, she spend the night, ayy
Ask her for a towel, askin' how much was her lights
I pay for her power, fuck her good, she catch a flight, wait
She come see me now, baby, help me sleep at night, ayy
As a kid, man, I seen my future
She want a kid, must think I'm Future
All in her head, I'm just an illusion
Fuck on someone, I feel she lose it
She say fashion, no recruitin'
She desperate, I know she gon' do it
At least I don't gotta buy her food
She post a pic of bread, "Come through"
Pack it all up, I know your mood
This shit chess, can't leave no room
Quarantine with this bitch
Told her we can't leave the room
Make a scene, had to get in tune
N***a two faced, they usin' Zoom
Mask on your face like MF DOOM
Yo PI'erre Bourne, fresh out the womb
[Chorus]
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Bitch keep my hittin' my phone
I told that bitch, I had enough, man, girl, what's up? (Buh-bye, buh-bye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)
(Girl, what's up? What the fuck?)
Bitch keep my hittin' my phone
I told that bitch, I had enough, man, girl, what's up? (Yeehoo, yeehoo, yeehoo, yeehoo, ooh)
Girl, what's up? What the fuck? (Ayy)
Girl, what's up? What the fuck? (Yeah, ayy)
Girl, what's up? What the fuck? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy)