[1st verse: Kicka]
Black shades I’m blinded being around get rated
Talk more I ain’t do that full contact retarded
Got a bad bitch that’s traffic she eats me I ain’t saying shit
I got two O’s Figo good friends amigo
You ain’t trying to hit I’m trying to catch it
I ain’t got no kitchen I’m cooking public
Ethics I got pay tics panic we gon fix it
No bull shitting we eating fishes
Foreign dishes all bad bitches
Red watch blue jeans say what’s up I turn it up now
No fake n***as we off the pedal déjà vu I saw that before
We switching lanes on every bottle
Popping that like every model
Been into like cat titles, acting like you ain’t got the title
Cut it up hard knocks, out law say what’s up .. UH

[bridge: Kicka]
I ain’t dance bitch you wanna dance get on ma dick
You mad at me I ain’t know you I got the cash out
I ain’t trust none I ain’t playing no games I ain’t know none
Getting that cash is all I know I ain’t playing around

[Chorus: Kicka]
Say what’s up, what’s up, what’s up, what’s up
Say what’s up, what’s up, what’s up, what’s up
Say what’s up, what’s up, what’s up, what’s up
Say what’s up, what’s up, what’s up, what’s up