Whassup

[Chorus: Roscoe Dash] I got bitches in my grotto like tomorrow's New Years Eve Popping bottle after bottle they gon' swallow on they knees And I can't help but to facilitate When they need to get away, but they coming anyway Pick it up, drop it down for me Hold up, wait for the beat, wiggle it 'round for me They say that when you on the grind it's going down So it's always going down cause I keep another round 'round me what's up [Verse 1: Roscoe Dash] Bitches on bitches, I did it Bitches ain't God, he's my witness Comin' they come to my senses Come when I want to - consistent When I can't decide which one I want I just take them all It was Fat girl at the club No slack you gotta uh Drop it down, talking about Smash, you know Whoa, bars, Mars, Bruno She listen to Drake all the time when we fuck I don't hate on it It's all motivation she on it she know how to wait on it, wait on it lord I learn it from her do it to the death when I bought me a grotto I'm the man of my city Get wind in my city like I was born in Chicago I don't got much time so I only fuck bitches who drink macchiatos (espresso) I keep them hoes moving like como de yamos [?] I do [Chorus: Roscoe Dash] I got bitches in my grotto like tomorrow's New Years Eve Popping bottle after bottle they gon' swallow on they knees And I can't help but to facilitate When they need to get away, but they coming anyway Pick it up, drop it down for me Hold up, wait for the beat, wiggle it 'round for me They say that when you on the grind it's going down So it's always going down cause I keep another round 'round me what's up [Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame] She call me her getaway that's why my shorty fuck with me We don't do the U.S.A we only flyin' overseas Bottles sparkles you know me don't buy it that shit came for free Drop the top girl, feel the breeze I'm feelin' her she fuck with me [Hold up] Execute the pussy, guillotine Next stop to the Philippines where she and me fulfill her dreams BSM you know my team On prescription pills and lean Shawty every night's a party celebrate like new years eve Waist real little huh Ass real fat uh Hair down her back I can see your booty crack The way you drop it to the floor, girl bring it right back Everything's on me [Chorus: Roscoe Dash] I got bitches in my grotto like tomorrow's New Years Eve Popping bottle after bottle they gon' swallow on they knees And I can't help but to facilitate When they need to get away, but they coming anyway Pick it up, drop it down for me Hold up, wait for the beat, wiggle it 'round for me They say that when you on the grind it's going down So it's always going down cause I keep another round 'round me what's up [Outro]