Lil Reese

Lil Reese - Wassup lyrics

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What's up with all of these fuck niggas?

What's up with all of these fuck niggas?

They fake as fuck, man, I can't trust niggas

300, it's just us, nigga

What's up with all of these fuck niggas?

They fake as fuck, man, I can't trust niggas

What's up with all of these fuck niggas?

Too many faces, I can't trust niggas

What's up with all of these fuck niggas?

I'm getting money, I can't trust niggas

I grab my .30 if you a little bigger

He pillow talking, that's for bitches, nigga

Your bitch want me, I pass her to my niggas

Got so much swag, these hoes, they feel a nigga

We bought more choppers ‘cause the streets got realer

Ain't never seen you so I ain't gone serve you, nigga

What's up with all of these fuck niggas?

And we play for keeps so it's no worries with us

And we shooting this shit, this a true story, nigga

I'm Glory'd up, I'm in my glory, nigga

What's up with all of these fuck niggas?

What's up with all of these fuck niggas?

They fake as fuck, man, I can't trust niggas

300, it's just us, nigga

What's up with all of these fuck niggas?

They fake as fuck, man, I can't trust niggas

What's up with all of these fuck niggas?

Too many faces, I can't trust niggas

I'm big boss Fredo, what's up with all of these fuck niggas?

Trap house full of crack, them pillow cases stuffed, nigga

I don't fuck with fuck niggas, fuck with me, you get trunked, nigga

Step up in the club, bet none of us get touched, nigga

All us got .30s, we let them bitches bust, nigga

All us got .30s, we let them bitches bust, nigga

Got a young nigga that's 15 and all he do is slump niggas

Young nigga that's 15 and all he do is slump niggas

Dissing us, you drunk, nigga? Your whole squad full of punk niggas

Don't make me grab that pump, nigga, turn y'all to some skunk niggas

Bitch, we them niggas, and ain't no way around it

I got a lot of guns, I'm talking hundred round shit, damn

What's up with all of these fuck niggas?

What's up with all of these fuck niggas?

They fake as fuck, man, I can't trust niggas

300, it's just us, nigga

What's up with all of these fuck niggas?

They fake as fuck, man, I can't trust niggas

What's up with all of these fuck niggas?

Too many faces, I can't trust niggas

I'm toting, phone and my pill, they rolling

We lurking, see 'em on 'em, headshot, told little bro "done him"

‘Cause little bro' keep it on him, he shoot, he shoot, he blowing

Face shot so ain't no viewing, closed casket, ain't no face

No face, it ain't no case, police, it ain't no trace

That's why I use the .8, sometimes I use the .30

That's when we do 'em dirty, that mean we show no mercy

That loud, that pipe be perfect, ain't a nigga perfect

Don't be no dummy, boy

A lot of niggas paranoid

Free bro and 'em in the slammer, boy

Free bro and 'em in the slammer, boy

What's up with all of these fuck niggas?

What's up with all of these fuck niggas?

They fake as fuck, man, I can't trust niggas

300, it's just us, nigga

What's up with all of these fuck niggas?

They fake as fuck, man, I can't trust niggas

What's up with all of these fuck niggas?

Too many faces, I can't trust niggas

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