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​Wassup

This song is by Audio Push and appears on the mixtape Truth Be Told (2012).

One time I pull up drop top with a bad woa'
You mad bro, 'Cause a nigga get mad dough
How you rap bro nigga I could do it fast slow
Free math though I'm a leave you off on that note (Hol Up)
Never tell me I'm neva gonna get it, When I go and spit it
Everybody the you thought was on, I get off in 'em I leave 'em off in a coffin
Niggas all in a knot won't stop till they call they cops
'Cause we bum-rush the spot it's brodies ways hattenin
All these other young lil niggas is done rappin'
What's after the best young rappers us in Cash we trust
We got it in our backs so rush when we
Come come around and we past fast
Gettin' fast cash niggas 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 a baghdad
Got a lil Spanish woa dat like to act black
Oh dats yo girl well I thrash that
She used to toot it up and I would tap tap
Bend her over then I leave her with a crack back
Then it go dun du dun dun super hero music nigga
I do that said you could neva do it nigga
Incredible lovers of edible slaps
I'm a beast and I leave stand and behead until everybody

Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, hol' up
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, hol' up
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, hol' up
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, hol' up
Wassup? Wassup? Wassup? Wassup?
Wassup? Wassup? Wassup? Wassup?
Wassup? Wassup? Wassup? Wassup?
Wassup? Wassup? Wassup? Wassup?

Lemme show you what's the deal nigga
How you feel nigga
Gotta show these other lil dudes who the real niggas b-oh-dub
Cap-I-tains always in the fields nigga
I'll take any two dudes even you lil niggas
B-O-Dub is what I rep fool
You my nephew, and you my son baby test tube
I wreck you, you, you and wreck you but for refuge
When you gona gets the best two
Hold on him?
Hes like a fish in a pond with no fin {Him}
He likes a fish in a pond that can't swim {You}
You really don't stand a chance can't win
You prolly gotta gay friend in the state pen
You need more people I don't see enough
If you beef with us guarantee we gona need a bus
Cause B-O-Dub Ain't a clique we a team of rough niggas
I'm so good at rappin' I do it and beef it up follow me
These two jerk niggas can rap? that hi-lyrical
Shut up nigga gon and get up off my genitals
I ain't really worried about cause rappins more than a hobby
And you niggas know that I don't get enough
It's a shame that you niggas 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 Brodie's and already killed you're whole hype
B-O-Dub

Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, hol' up
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, hol' up
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, hol' up
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, hol' up
Wassup? Wassup? Wassup? Wassup?
Wassup? Wassup? Wassup? Wassup?
Wassup? Wassup? Wassup? Wassup?
Wassup? Wassup? Wassup? Wassup?