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"Wassup"

[Verse 1 : Price & Oktane ]
One time, Look
I pull up
Drop top with a bad woa', you mad bro?
Cuz a n*gga gettin mad dough
How you rap bro? n*gga I could do it fast-slow
Free Matt though, I'mma leave you off on that note
Hold up
Never tell me I'm neva gon get it
When I gon spit it
Everybody you thought was on
I am offin' 'em
Leave 'em off in a coffin
You n*ggas all in or not?
Never stop 'till they call they cops
Cuz we bum rush the spot
It's brodies, What's happnin?
All these other young lil n*ggas is done rapping
What's after the best young rappers, us
In cash we trust, we got it in da bag so rush
When we

Come, come around and we pass fast
Getting fast cash
n*ggas mad, cause we blast tracks
All that chit chat, talkin fast
Get you Glad wrapped, boy I'm the bomb
I ain't never been to Baghdad
Got a lil Spanish woa that like to act black
Oh that's your girl? Well I thrash that
She used to toot it up and I would tap tap
Bend it over and I leave her with a cracked back
Then it go DUN-DUN-DUN-DUNNN
Super hero music n*gga
I do this here, you could neva do it n*gga
Incredible levels, Inevitable slaps
I'm a beast and I leave you
Standin' beheaded until everybody


[Hook]
Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap Hold up
Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap Hold up
Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap Hold up
Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap Wassup?
Wassup Wassup Wassup? Say Wassup
Wassup Wassup Wassup? Say Wassup
Wassup Wassup Wassup? Say Wassup
Wassup Wassup Wassup


[Verse 2 : Oktane & Price]
Uhhh
Lemme show you what's the deal n*gga
How you feel n*gga?
Gotta show these other lil dudes who the real n*ggas
B-Oh-Dub capy tones, always in the field n*ggas
I'll take any two lil dude even you lil n*ggas
B-Oh-Dub is what I rep fool
You my nephew and you my son, baby test tube
I wreck you fuke you and wreck you
Run for refuge, when you go against the best two

(Hold up, him?)
He's like a fish in a pond wit no fin
(Him?)
He's like a fish in a pond that can't swim
(Who?)
You really don't stand a chance, can't win
And you prolly got a gay friend in the state pen

You need more people I don't see enough
If you beef with us, guarantee we gon need a bus
Because B-Oh-Dub ain't a clique, we a team of rough n*ggas
I'm so good at rapping I do it and beef it up
Follow me
"These new j*rk n*ggas could rap?
That's a miracle"
Shut up n*gga, gone and get up off my genitals
I ain't really worried bout anybody
Cuz rapping's more than a hobby
And now you n*ggas on it? I don't get it tho
It's a shame that you n*ggas don't got no life
Getcha flow right I could go for the whole night
All I see is green like I'm lookin at a go light
Came with the brodies and already killed your whole hype
B-Oh-Dub


[Hook]
Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap Hold up
Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap Hold up
Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap Hold up
Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap Wassup?
Wassup Wassup Wassup? Say Wassup
Wassup Wassup Wassup? Say Wassup
Wassup Wassup Wassup? Say Wassup
Wassup Wassup Wassup

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