Lil Reese - Wassup Lyrics
feat. Fredo Santana & Lil Durk[Hook: Lil Reese]What's up with all these ***** niggasWhat's up with all these ***** niggasThey fake as *****, man, I can't trust niggas300, it's just us, niggaWassup with all these ***** niggasThey fake as *****, man, I can't trust niggasWassup with all these ***** niggasToo many faces, I can't trust niggas[Verse 1: Lil Reese]What's up with all these ***** niggasI'm getting money, I can't trust niggasI grab my .30 if you a little biggerHe pillow-talking, that's for *****es, niggaYour ***** want me, I pass her to my niggasGot so much swag, these hoes, they feel a niggaWe bought more choppers cause the streets got realerAin't never seen you, so I ain't gone serve you, niggaWhat's up with all these ***** niggasAnd we play for keeps so it's no worries with usAnd we shooting this shit, this a true story, niggaI'm Glory'd up, I'm in my glory, nigga[Hook][Verse 2: Fredo Santana]I'm big boss Fredo, what's up with all of these ***** niggasTrap house full of crack, them pillow cases stuffed, niggaI don't ***** with ***** niggas, ***** with me, you get trunked, niggaStep up in the club, bet none of us get touched, niggaAll us got .30s, we let them *****es bust, niggaAll us got .30s, we let them *****es bust, niggaGot a young nigga that's 15, and all he do is slump niggasYoung nigga that's 15 and all he do is slump niggasDissing us, you drunk nigga? Your whole squad full of punk niggasDon't make me grab that pump, nigga, turn y'all to some skunk niggas*****, we them niggas, and ain't no way around itI got a lot of guns, I'm talking hundred-round shit[Hook][Verse 3: Lil Durk]I'm toting, folk and 'em on pill, they rollingWe lurking, see 'em on 'em, headshot, told little bro "Dome him"Cause little bro' keep it on him, he shoot, he shoot, he blowingFace shot, so ain't no viewing, closed casket, ain't no faceNo face, it ain't no case, police, it ain't no traceThat's why I use the 8, sometimes I use the .30That's when we do 'em dirty, that mean we show no mercyThat loud, that pipe be perfect, ain't a nigga perfectDon't be no dummy, boyA lot of niggas paranoidFree bro and 'em in the slammer, boyFree bro and 'em in the slammer, boy[Hook]
