Lyrics Travis Porter

Travis Porter

Wassup

I say now

Wutchu know about standing on the block?

Young ass nigga with his hand on the glock

Nervous ass nigga, keep on watching for the cops

Keep a blue file in my socks,

I pull up and I drop my top

Wassup?

Wassup? Wassup? Wassup?

Wassup? Wassup? Wassup?

Wassup? Wassup? Wassup?

Wassup?

Wassup? Wassup? Wassup?

Wassup? Wassup? Wassup?

Wassup? Wassup? Wassup?

Banged up, got a big chick,

Drank more, have a lot of sip

Roll around on Pergosette

Whole pound of that purple shit

Feragamo my fashion, smoke one with young Ashton

My nigga throwin a B, ya already know what's breakin

Wassup? Wassup? What's happenin?

My plug sent me a package

I make a lot of money and I'm living like savage

Got a Audemar on my hand

Just manage your ho 10 bands

3-65 we gon hound

Any bitch out here kinda help

Grind on that sex, countin up them racks

Pound of that gas, all my rounds get cash

'Cause the big pan was the band

That D shoe was the beer

Nigga everything ain't worth my partner

Got everything for sale

I say now

Wutchu know about standing on the block?

Young ass nigga with his hand on the glock

Nervous ass nigga, keep on watching for the cops

Keep a blue file in my socks,

I pull up and I drop my top

Wassup?

Wassup? Wassup? Wassup?

Wassup? Wassup? Wassup?

Wassup? Wassup? Wassup?

Wassup?

Wassup? Wassup? Wassup?

Wassup? Wassup? Wassup?

Wassup? Wassup? Wassup?

Okay shorty and her friend wanna fuck, wussup?

I told her hop in the truck, like what? Wussup

We getting money slow bucks

Ya'll niggas ain't got no luck

Ain't niggas ain't getting no money

She ain't gon let you fuck

Wassup? Why the hell is you starin?

He bleed like I bleed so why the hell would I fear him

Why the hell would I care as I long as I'm breathing this air

And got these diamonds in my ear

And that Ciroc mixed with that beer

Wutchu know about standing on the corner?

Just a young nigga, never heard of Feragamo

But I heard of 9, heard of Tex, heard of bricks

Got some young bitches skippin school suckin dick

Okay Wassup? Wassup? Wassup?

My motorcycle my truck

My ho yo bitch is slick

I like the way that I fuck

Wassup? Wassup? Wassup?

On 4 with no light no dough

Spend 12 on a dollar, homie Christie luke I turnt up

I'm cold, the freezy way, got a lot of folk God pleased today

Print hers key like D

But ya ain't Spanish ho with me go E

The way please just easy way

Homie wanna see a nigga bleed today

I'm with 20 ya'll niggas on scene today

Said the goddamn one and go squeeze away

Uh wussup? My neck, my rear, my stock

Girl we got bitches stuck

Young nigga get rich and fuck

Ice water my piece, ice cubes in my cups

I'm G'd up, front and feet up

Then everybody know wussup

I say now

Wutchu know about standing on the block?

Young ass nigga with his hand on the glock

Nervous ass nigga, keep on watching for the cops

Keep a blue file in my socks,

I pull up and I drop my top

Wassup?

Wassup? Wassup? Wassup?

Wassup? Wassup? Wassup?

Wassup? Wassup? Wassup?

Wassup?

Wassup? Wassup? Wassup?

Wassup? Wassup? Wassup?

Wassup? Wassup? Wassup?

25 cameras, 25 hammers

Chilling in the hood with my hand on the hammer

East side of Atlanta, Columbia drive shoutin

Try me if you want, I bust yo head with that 40

I'm a walkin bank, you know I be kept talkin

Never saw the draw but I know how to make it profit

When I'm in the streets you never try me

When I hit the club don't check for ID

This shit here so FIE and yea we got the beach from the sea

Young niggas gon have the club on swole

Listen to my song when I fuck yo ho

Walk through the door with 2 bad hoes

I'm a young ass nigga, you a killa on the low

She gon leave the finders flow

Told the bitch to find the do

So she started questioning, you know I got the extra ho like

Wutchu wutchu wutchu know about a whole quarter block?

Pop the mollies, yea we got it, you want it comin sure

Yea them folks might circle round but this shit don't ever stop

They words blast in that water like we threw it off the dock

I just finger fucked a whole bag of that loud

Breaking all these laws, tryna make my mama proud

Me and Kwe pulled up, sure crib be town

Make yo girl say wussup

I'm a beat that pussy down

Ain't even worried bout ya'll

Ya'll clowns ain't in my sight

Me and my partners threw it out on the corner

We done worked all goddamn night

Glock 40, I ain't even finna fight

That tool make a fool think twice

Bad check make a bitch get right

Travi go the boys take flight

I say now

Wutchu know about standing on the block?

Young ass nigga with his hand on the glock

Nervous ass nigga, keep on watching for the cops

Keep a blue file in my socks,

I pull up and I drop my top

Wassup?

Wassup? Wassup? Wassup?

Wassup? Wassup? Wassup?

Wassup? Wassup? Wassup?

Wassup?

Wassup? Wassup? Wassup?

Wassup? Wassup? Wassup?

Wassup? Wassup? Wassup?