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What's, what's, what's up? Play that trumpet for the real niggas (What's up?) What's up? Play that trumpet for the real niggas Yeah, let's do it (Yo, Pi'erre, yo, Pi'erre) Yeah, let's, let's do it What's up? (Yeah) What's up? (Woo) What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up? Uh, I'ma make sure they remember me 'Cause I walk around with lot of enemies (Woah) I'ma make sure that they feelin' me So I walk around with a new lemon squeeze (Woah) Everybody know I am from outer space (Yeah) So you know that aliens be sendin' me (Woah) Yes, I walk around, pocket got bank account If you wanna catch up, need like ten of me No, statistically, I can't win every time Letras de cancionesBut you know the score prolly like ten to three And them three times that I had to take an L I remember them boys tried to finish me Said we roll a 'Wood, I roll like fifty L's They say, "How you keep all of that energy?" 'Cause I can't go back to the hood where them niggas could send at me I remember livin' right next to my enemy (Woah) Now I got too much money, I could blow up your whole facility (Yeah, yeah) Gettin' too much money, I can build me a new facility (Lil Uzi Vert, yeah, yeah) I fuck her three times, so I call that girl, um, a trinity (Woah, woah) Uh, and no time, I would never ever let 'em sentence me (Woah, at all) And in no time, gotta duck off 'cause these niggas would love killin' me (Yeah) What's up? (What's up?) Don't deal with the lies and the frauds (No) That's why I don't get involved What's up? (Woo) What's up? (Yeah) What's up? What's up? (Yeah) What's up? What's up? (Ayy) What's up? What's up? Uh, I'ma make sure they remember me 'Cause I walk around with lot of enemies (Woah) I'ma make sure that they feelin' me So I walk around with a new lemon squeeze (Woah) Everybody know I am from outer space So you know that aliens be sendin' me (Yeah) Yes, I walk around, pocket got bank account If you wanna catch up, need like ten of me Everybody know I come from outer space I got racks on me, you do not wanna race I got enemies so niggas gonna hate Keep that semi on me, get you out my way Hit a new mistress every day Got the new bitch, get on the cake Got that lemon squeeze for the trigger play Got some red toes, she on the way I got Koreans, F&Ns Rose gold diamonds same color Hen' Cops tryna arrest me, I'm gone in the wind You cannot catch me or none of my friends You know that Richard Mille cost me a Benz You know we get it poppin' on my end You see these blue face Benjamins See the way these diamonds sittin' off the lens You know we comin' in number one You know we gon' kill the whole summer too You know I'm blowin' up like an atomic bomb You know it ain't nothin' to do And I'm steppin', I'm steppin' in one-of-ones Margielas got me walkin' on the moon All this money got me like I'm on shrooms Drankin' yellow, feelin' like a tycoon What's up? What's up? (Woo) What's up? (Ayy) What's up? What's up? (Yeah) What's up? (Yeah) What's up? What's up? Uh, I'ma make sure they remember me 'Cause I walk around with lot of enemies (Woah) I'ma make sure that they feelin' me So I walk around with a new lemon squeeze (Woah) Everybody know I am from outer space So you know that aliens be sendin' me (Yeah) Yes, I walk around, pocket got bank account If you wanna catch up, need like ten of me From Letras Mania