Wzup Wit Me - Fat Trel

Bitch be ugly and she like what’s up with me

But that shit don’t matter

My 38 louder, these bitches be fucking me

I’m whipping this stingray and this block is yellow like bumblebee

My dough come from Canada, I got no stamina

And she can’t keep up with me

Working it, twerking it, flipping it

She rocking Molly I’m sipping it

Count it then spend it that shit made no difference

I love the deliverance

My bitch outta Cali is driving me crazy, a baby deliverer

Drinking this liquor and fucking these strippers

I’m popping this Molly like M&M's

My bitches remind me of Kim

These niggas acting like women

Talking and walking so feminine

You and them niggas identical

My niggas come from the pinnacle

From high I’m a fuck me a friend or two

Pouring out the Rozay in a pitchable

If you shape up for one I can get you two

Probably gon' cost you a visual

Send me again and you get a few

Count it all up in the living room

The raveral price is pitiful

We starting with some dust and some mineral

Fucking then eating some cereal

If not finished shooting get rid of you

I leave you with doctors in critical

I’m docking some ships and I’m making it

Police is dreaming of taking me

They wanna know where we taking it

We buying and smoking and tasting it

Valley Rozay is my favourite

I love me a bitch who can take a dick

No lying no crying, no faking it

These other bitches be faking it

These bitches be acting like rich thots

I make em look at my wrist watch

Walk in my house like a gift shop

Fuck her she suck till the dick pop

All the money I’m accumulating

Got the bitches waiting and the niggas hating

Fuck em all then I don’t call

She gon' try and say I’m kin with Satan

I’m a go and count the money out

30 shot nigga bundle up

Put the fifties in a hunnid so

They wanna know where it’s coming from

They wanna see where it’s headed to

I leave it with doctors and medical

Then light em up with the propane

Need polydyne with the cocaine

Move with my bitch with the road rage

She got my wrist on the stone age

Drinking this liquor and smoking these swishes

I probably get hit in my own lane

Probably be searching for everything

Except for a bitch and a wedding ring

Codeine, no ketamine, I’m a better lean, I’m a better feign