Lyrics

[Chorus] Let me tell you what's up right now I don't really give a fuck right now I got the kush, you know it's in my cup right now Bare corn for the man tryna shut man down So let me tell you what's up right now I don't really give a fuck right now I got the kush, you know it's in my cup right now Bare corn for the man tryna shut man down [Verse 1] So let me tell you what's up right now I'm in the studio, the block's kinda hot right now Fuck that, all my niggas flip packs We just tryna count guap right now Catch me with a piff ting I can send it to the shop right now Oh Lord, are you listening On route to the show, I hope nothing get locked off Cause when I touch that mic Might sound like a real Don Dada I stay cool cause my niggas got the ting In case anything pop off But no chilling after the show I gotta make that drop off Startеd off doing bare shows for free Was doing that shit for a while But Creeper said my timе will come So Baseman, just swallow your pride I started putting in work And I can put that on my life Cause I fell in love with this money And I fell in love with the mic Drink in my cup, they don't know what I'm sipping I love this cash, I just fuck these women But my heart feels empty, and no one can fill it Now I'm waiting for the purp in my system to kick in [Chorus] Let me tell you what's up right now I don't really give a fuck right now I got the kush, you know what's in my cup right now Bare corn for the man tryna shut man down Let me tell you what's up right now I don't really give a fuck right now I got the kush, you know what's in my cup right now Bare corn for the man tryna shut man down