[Intro: Cordae]
Daytrip took it to ten (Hey)
What's up? What's up? What's up?
What's up? What's up? What's up?
What the fuck, yeah, hold on
[Chorus: Cordae & Young Thug]
Ayy, what's up, nigga? (What's up?)
What the fuck, nigga? (What the fuck?)
Bought that bitch a Birkin bag
Now she in love with us
Hockey puck, nigga
I'm froze up, nigga
See a baddie with me
Say, "What's up?" nigga
[Verse 1: Cordae & Young Thug]
Say, "Hello", nigga, little ho nigga
Bitch-ass broke nigga, nah, I can't roll with ya, huh
Say, "Hello", nigga, you a ho, nigga (What's up?)
What's a high horse to a motherfuckin' G.O.A.T. nigga? (What's up?)
Hold on, uh, first car was a Range Rov'
Was a lil' nigga, wore the same clothes
Vivid pictures, boy, I paint those
From the fucking jungle where you can't grow
Hold grudges, never let it go
I'm with my fuckin' dawgs, no pet store
Do you need gauze 'cause your pockets swole?
What the fuck is that? That's a bankroll
I got forty-five K in my pocket
Ain't no cappin', I say it, I got it
Do a show, thеn I make a deposit
I'm in Europe, thеy ragin' and moshin'
Yeah, I fuck with the Wizards, but catch me courtside
Guarantee it's the Lakers I'm watching
Nigga, I am the greatest in my generation
I don't do no playin' about it
These rappers, they should call me Papi
Every lil' thing is exotic
I'm with two hoes like a shotty
I'm shittin' on these niggas, no potty
I don't wanna see your twenty-dollar bill 'less it's Harriet Tubman
My thoughts outta pocket
I been hidin' from the world
The only thing seein' me right now is the sky and the projects
(Hold on)
[Chorus: Cordae & Young Thug]
Ayy, what's up, nigga? (What's up?)
What the fuck, nigga? (What the fuck?)
Bought that bitch a Birkin bag
Now she in love with us
Hockey puck, nigga
I'm froze up, nigga
See a baddie with me
Say, "What's up?" nigga (Ayy, say, "What's up?")
[Verse 2: Cordae & Young Thug]
Say, "What's up?", watch how I fuck it up, get it back
Niggas say they really gettin' money, that's fitted cap
Boy, you ain't never outside, where you really at?
Designer rug, alligator my floor mat
Bad lil' bitch gon' give me that neck, neck
We was in the trenches, nigga, you was playin' Tech Deck
Why you so motherfuckin' cap? Don't respect that, hey
Don't come close, better step back, hey
Minor setback for a comeback
Bitch ass so damn fat, she got hunch back, hey
Fuck around and play, get splatt-splatt
Nigga put a hole in his head like a humpback, woah
I been in the slums, givin' all back
Tell me, where the fuck is Donald Trump at? (Let's go)
Came from the slums, deep down in the trenches (Let's go)
Where a young nigga sharin' a bookbag (Uh)
[Chorus: Cordae & Young Thug]
Ayy, what's up, nigga? (What's up?)
What the fuck, nigga? (What the fuck?)
Bought that bitch a Birkin bag
Now she in love with us
Hockey puck, nigga
I'm froze up, nigga
See a baddie with me
Say, "What's up?" nigga
[Outro]
Daytrip took it to ten (Hey)
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