[Intro: Cordae]
Daytrip took it to ten (Hey)
What's up? What's up? What's up?
What's up? What's up? What's up?
What the fu*k, yeah, hold on
[Chorus: Cordae & Young Thug]
Ayy, what's up, ni**a? (What's up?)
What the fu*k, ni**a? (What the fu*k?)
Bought that b*tch a Birkin bag
Now she in love with us
Hockey puck, ni**a
I'm froze up, ni**a
See a baddie with me
Say, "What's up?", ni**a
[Verse 1: Cordae & Young Thug]
Say, "Hello", ni**a, little ho ni**a
b*tch-ass broke ni**a, nah, I can't roll with ya, huh
Say, "Hello", ni**a, you a ho, ni**a (What's up?)
What's a high horse to a motherfu*kin' G.O.A.T. ni**a? (What's up?)
Hold on, uh, first car was a Range Rover
Was a lil' ni**a, wore the same clothes
Vivid pictures, boy, I paint those
From the fu*king jungle where you can't grow
Hold grudges, never let it go
I'm with my fu*kin' dawgs, no pedestal
Do you need gause 'cause your pockets swole?
What the fu*k is that? That's a bankroll
I got forty-five K in my pockеt
Ain't no cappin', I say it, I got it
Do a show, then I make a deposit
I madе Europe, they ragin' and moshin'
Yeah, I fu*k with the Wizards, but catch me courtside
Guarantee it's the Lakers I'm watching
ni**a, I am the greatest in my generation
I don't do no playin' about it
These rappers, they should call me, "Papi"
Every lil' thing is exotic
I'm with two hoes like a shotty
I'm sh*ttin' on these ni**as, no potty
I don't wanna see your twenty dollar bill 'less it's Harriet Tubman
My thoughts outta pocket
I been hidin' from the world
The only thing see me right now is the sky and the projects
(Hold on)
[Chorus: Cordae & Young Thug]
Ayy, what's up, ni**a? (What's up?)
What the fu*k, ni**a? (What the fu*k?)
Bought that b*tch a Birkin bag
Now she in love with us
Hockey puck, ni**a
I'm froze up, ni**a
See a baddie with me
Say, "What's up?", ni**a (Ayy, say, "What's up?")
[Verse 2: Cordae & Young Thug]
Say, "What's up?", watch how I fu*k it up, get it back
ni**as say they really gettin' money, that's fitted cap
Boy, you ain't never outside, where you really at?
Designer rug, alligator my floor mat
Bad lil' b*tch gon' give me that neck, neck
We was in the trenches, ni**a, you was playin' Tech Deck
Why you so motherfu*kin' cap? Don't respect that, hey
Don't come close, better step back, hey
Minor setback for a comeback
b*tch ass so damn fat, she got hunch back, hey
fu*k around and play, get splatt-splatt
ni**a put a hole in his head like a humpback, woah
I been in the slums, givin' all back
Tell me, where the fu*k is Donald Trump at? (Let's go)
Came from the slums, deep down in the trenches (Let's go)
Where a young ni**a sharin' a bookbag (Uh)
[Chorus: Cordae & Young Thug]
Ayy, what's up, ni**a? (What's up?)
What the fu*k, ni**a? (What the fu*k?)
Bought that b*tch a Birkin bag
Now she in love with us
Hockey puck, ni**a
I'm froze up, ni**a
See a baddie with me
Say, "What's up?", ni**a
[Outro]
Daytrip took it to ten (Hey)