LYRICS: The Big Hash, YoungstaCPT, Thato Saul, Tyson Sybateli & ZRi THATS WASSUP

[Verse 1: The Big Hash] Weed and money in my mind for sure Nappy-headed before I had the fro Puffin on purple heads, I move slow Niggas out here playin Xs and Os Im in the cut like the uh, yeah Im in the cut like its sticks to the throat Niggas still movin like I dont exist Hangin with niggas not hangin with hoes, jokes I get on the mic, hit the rhym? and the flow too lethal The p?ns like a Glock with a switch I dont wanna hear a nigga talk, Im a real MCee You a cosplay doin it for pics Money make niggas do anythin To stabbin their boys in the back for that chance to get rich Get to two-step on the stage You see the crowd rage and they call me arsonist, you dig? I would throw in the hook but Im throwin the jab at whoever the shoe fits Im on the gram at that double tap On my DM got some bitch with some new tits This rap shit put me on game Back then I was down bad, they aint give two shits Nigga this LT one, two, three Back in this bitch, this shit could get ruthless Me and my dawgs gon have us a feast Breakin them bread, breakin them bread Dont know who you think you are tryna compete Countin my debts, Im countin my blessings I get a cheque when I hop on a beat Im independent, you niggas scared of takin a chance on yourself cause you weak Talkin like you got the balls on your tweets [Chorus: ZRI] I just introduced her to the crew, you know whats up I just had to do it, boy, they gotta know its up Smokin, with the homies, with the squad Rollin, I be rollin, thats whats up [Post-Chorus: ZRI] (Like for real) We just tryna find our way (You know for real, you know for real) Thats whats up (Know for real) So on rotation thats the way And thats whats up [Verse 2: Thato Saul, YoungstaCPT] (Yeah) I wake every mornin, I look for the way The money start lackin, my mental was blackin I need some more back and my shoulder got weight I look at the niggas You talk about triggers but really cross fingers and wishin on faith My hunger was boomin When I started movin the lyric my pen started smokin like vape Said many times at they need and I prayed Corner is a trench, all they need is some prey Niggas smoke weed for the pain All that I need is a stage on the weekend, get paid Talk and I walk, no cane Hero that dont got a cape My moment had came Listen to talk in the game Takin my cards like I said aint no pain, anit no gain Me my niggas aint losin I really start oozin Im closer to lose it, and booze it and shit I am refusin Im big like Im juicin Me my niggas choosin the heat meanin which Be ready for any sitch Life will really be a bitch I feel like a glitch (Kaapstad) I feel Henny back like a itch (Kaapstad naaier) Shots I will shoot in this shit Big Steppa got shoes in this shit (Youngsta), yeah [Verse 3: YoungstaCPT] Mindless, spineless, standup guy with no backbone (No backbone) Everyone has an opinion but also an asshole (Also an asshole) You cant turn a frog to a prince if you stuck with a tadpole (Uh uh) You a cheese boy and I thank the Lord that Im lactose (Aweh) My cashflow came streamin in on that trap phone (Salute) Street credibility is infinity, no bank loan I was a little rascal who got robbed and then ran home And then came back with a terror squad full of skinny niggas, no Fat Joes We were socialising at bandos Seeing hoes [?] I like to think that I chose rap but I feel like Im the one rap chose Your girl say that she [?] me heavy cause I live my life by those gang codes And I put in work with the top dawgs like Ab-Soul, she say Hello because- [Chorus: ZRI] I just introduced her to the crew, you know whats up I just had to do it, boy, they gotta know its up Smokin, with the homies, with the squad Rollin, I be rollin, thats whats up [Post-Chorus: ZRI] (Like for real) We just tryna find our way (You know for real, you know for real) Thats whats up (Know for real) So on rotation thats the way And thats whats up [Interlude] Feel that? I can feel it I can feel it, its thoughts in my head [Verse 4: Tyson Sybateli, The Big Hash] (Yeah, yeah) Dont get it fucked up I always got girls when I showed up They all give it to me with no fuss They call it To show love [?] the comments, a grown up Your message regarded as Dont trust My market is hoe-some Money been the motive for no one I swear to God none of you niggas fuckin with me Been rockin with Teli since year 2017 The prodigy pressin on, gettin back to where I belong Gettin back what they took from me, Im sorry it took so long Fuck it, I aint even worried bout it It you aint see what I can do, yeah, bitch you heard about it [?] and I been jumpin over bird [?] Hoe you lyin cause I know your favourites know about us Yeah shiftin, they drop they singles Make blocks shake Hot cakes, hot cakes Bringin that Bakers, man, round for my dawgs sake Rest in peace bro, now I got em, just block hate Goin agaist the boy is kamikaze Them blood, sweat and tears, fightin demons and my fears Tryna turn into a million dollar man, DiBiase Yeah and I been in my bag with my soul out my body A nigga flow cold they had to put me in a hot seat Rollin with the camp, youll get tired of the army Fly nigga [?], already known for catchin bodies Take the chance on the gang We got your nummber, call it Yatsie Download Audio