WASSUP lyrics

[Playboi Carti]
(Oh, what's up? Oh, what's up?)
Yeah, I'ma pop out, I'ma pop out, I'ma pop out, just like—
(Oh, what's up? Oh, what's up? Oh, what's up?)
All of my hoes are classy, all of my hoes are ratchet, ayy
All of my hoes are classy, all— (Oh, what's up?)
Forty-five thousand I spent in New York, uh, ay
I'm goin' back to Atlanta, I'm on this wave, ay
Ayy, I'm a test her like a [?]
All black on the Presi' [...]

[Lil Baby]
[...] b*tch favorin' right now
Treat you like I'm Flavor Flav
Takin' this sh*t day by day
I'm geeked like Fabo, sellin' bricks like Jaaybo and 'em
Young and got rich off of hits
In Atlanta, I'm runnin' baby sh*t
I ain't go to highschool, I was in the school high
I been on some young turnt sh*t
Way before Skooly dropped this
Houseparty, we was throwin' dubs
Stolen cars to the team club
[...]
[?], brodie and 'em get sh*t done
We was all nights on them [corners?]
Black Nike boots, white 1's
Put a Patek on, I'm 'bout to run
My business heavy like I'm [?]
Bro got knocked, I'm takin' care of somethin'
Send another hundred to my mom
Go and take a trip, have fun
Metro Bloomin in the blunt
Ain't out here hustlin' for nothin'
Tryna leave a billy to my sons
[...]