What’s Up Wit Dat lyrics

by

Juvenile


[Verse 1: Juvenile]
Put a limit to the bullsh*t and give me some space
n*gga recognize the G in me when I'm the place
I'll get mad and deliberately spit in yo face
I ain't no pretty boy n*gga I'm a felony case
My daddy was slangin' iron back in '78
Is you listenin' to a n*gga, am I settin' you straight?
The next one of you n*ggas that come at me sideways
We'll be entertained wit' four or five K's
Probably might get killed in four or five ways
Probably won't be found for bout four or five days
Lil Wheezy in the pen for bout four or five days
Look he ain't in the hood fo bout four or five days
Better not tell me sh*t when I'm upset
Cause I'll catch a flashback and all of y'all would get wet
Around the way they call me Slap and Pop
Cause I'll slap a clip up in mac and let it pop

[Verse 2:Baby]
Look n*gga, if you pull that b*tch, you betta shoot that b*tch
Reppin fo them hoes that get their wigs split quick
If you abusin' that sh*t, you probably shootin' that sh*t
I'm Mr. Bling Bling n*gga f*ck that sh*t
You could find me in my Rover gettin' head from a b*tch
You could catch me on the block breakin' bread wit the click
You could find me in the lot buyin' a matchin' six
Lorenzo kit wit' buttons on that b*tch
I hit a pawn shop and buy a gat for the click
n*gga ask the Ruff Ryders if you real wit it slick
I took them to the mansion that's paid out slick
Wit them Hummers, Bentleys and Jags and this b*tch
I'm the numba one woadie I don't talk no sh*t
Look at all this ice and how I'm poppin' this sh*t
n*gga grease me up or I'll stick you up
n*gga put yo hands up before I f*ck you up
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Now what's up wit' dat
'Cause you know us don't play
We bust the gat
It got ice all over wit' dubs to match
You catch us on yo block late dressed up in black
Now what's up wit' dat
Now what's up wit' dat
'Cause you know us don't play
We bust the gat
It got ice all over wit' dubs to match
You catch us on yo block late dressed up in black
Now what's up wit' dat

[Verse 3: Mannie Fresh]
It's like ruff, rugged, raw
f*ckin' on the interstate in a brand new car
For my n*ggas I'm ruff, rugged, wild
Strawberry Kool-Aid mixed wit' Cristal
Www dot fresh dot com
You deal wit' me Lil Daddy I guarantee you that I'm
Gon' put yo ass on front of a white T
XXL choker neck playboy or V

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
Now I be creepin' through the back wit the chrome plate in
Simmy auto, Tec let's get on baby
Now have they seen me in a seat Mercedes
Wit yo wife in a car wit' your babies
I'm a hot fire boy and I'm gonna let 'em burn
Straight from the 17th point of no return
And I squirm through traffic in a Porsche on factories
Hennessy in back of me, now I'm feelin' accurate
Ice blingin' hard suddenly the light captured it
Don't try me or yo mommy die from a freak accident
Oh no! Could've stopped, but I got this one big ol' 44, brr, pop
And I'm gonna chopped this whole ki into a lotta lumps
Next time you see me I'll have money like Donald Trump
I'm off the heezy it could be night, day I'm still creepin'
In a light grey Lamborghini, it's Lil Wheezy
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Now what's up wit' dat
'Cause you know us don't play
We bust the gat
It got ice all over wit' dubs to match
You catch us on yo block late dressed up in black
Now what's up wit' dat
Now what's up wit' dat
'Cause you know us don't play
We bust the gat
It got ice all over wit' dubs to match
You catch us on yo block late dressed up in black
Now what's up wit' dat
Now what's up wit' dat
'Cause you know us don't play
We bust the gat
It got ice all over wit' dubs to match
You catch us on yo block late dressed up in black
Now what's up wit' dat
Now what's up wit' dat
'Cause you know us don't play
We bust the gat
It got ice all over wit' dubs to match
You catch us on yo block late dressed up in black
Now what's up wit' dat
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