Mango The Only - WASSUP Lyrics

Yea Don't you try to get me
Fuckin mad hoe
Cus bitch I got a temper
That'll hit the hoe
Keep it all simple
My dimples crush yea
My ballistic flow
My bullets graze you got
That blood drippin from
Head to toe
Yea Don't you try to get me
Fuckin mad hoe
Cus bitch I got a temper
That'll hit the hoe
Keep it all simple
My dimples crush yea
My ballistic flow
My bullets graze you got
That blood drippin from
Head to toe
So fill the pain wassup
I take the painter brush
And finger fuck the game wassup
Inside be comin up the tragic
In my lane wassup
I tell these bitches why
You actin so lame wassup
These underground pussies
Really need to
Pain wassup
I take the painter brush
And finger fuck the game wassup
Inside be comin up the tragic
In my lane wassup
I tell these bitches why
They actin so lame wassup
These underground pussies
Really need to
I spoke to my pops
Now I feel like I'm back
On my shit when I spit
Got ridiculous wit in my pocket
My blunt when I run from
My problems for you I'm
A gun and for me I am none
But a son to the disappointment
Gotta Hide
Underground shit really
Got me feelin like
Another picture with me
I love the fans right
And now I'm talkin
Definitive with the man right
And you ain't got a better flow
Than my pen right
Cus I really gotta take
Out this rocket You turn
Around when I cock it
Now you is the pussy
I pocket
I feel like the best of the best
Bullet from the west in
The chest in the breast in
The vest
And I got a whole list of
Niggas pack a punch then
I pow a nigga
Yous a bitch so bite me nigga
You got a bitch Ima pipe
Her nigga
Don't think about it
You could put me in
A box Ima break up out it
These trap metal fans really
Pissed about it
Don't get so tight at a reject
I'm bouta gut you like c sect
Quit movin around I'm sea sick
P G that's paranormal Jesus
I study Japanese for my reasons
I'm switchin my moods like seasons
Bouta cheat on my plug no treason
Like please no more distortion
Shit I feel like freeman morgan
Call the downtown bitch from
Oregon better not play me like
Organ I kill you sell your organs
So fill the pain wassup
I take the painter brush
And finger fuck the game wassup
Inside be comin up the tragic
In my lane wassup
I tell these bitches why
You actin so lame wassup
These underground pussies
Really need to
Pain wassup
I take the painter brush
And finger fuck the game wassup
Inside be comin up the tragic
In my lane wassup
I tell these bitches why
They actin so lame wassup
These underground pussies
Really need to

Yea Don't you try to get me
Fuckin mad hoe
Cus bitch I got a temper
That'll hit the hoe
Keep it all simple
My dimples crush yea
My ballistic flow
My bullets graze you got
That blood drippin from
Head to toe
Yea Don't you try to get me
Fuckin mad hoe
Cus bitch I got a temper
That'll hit the hoe
Keep it all simple
My dimples crush yea
My ballistic flow
My bullets graze you got
That blood drippin from
Head to toe
So fill the pain wassup
I take the painter brush
And finger fuck the game wassup
Inside be comin up the tragic
In my lane wassup
I tell these bitches why
You actin so lame wassup
These underground pussies
Really need to
Pain wassup
I take the painter brush
And finger fuck the game wassup
Inside be comin up the tragic
In my lane wassup
I tell these bitches why
They actin so lame wassup
These underground pussies
Really need to
I spoke to my pops
Now I feel like I'm back
On my shit when I spit
Got ridiculous wit in my pocket
My blunt when I run from
My problems for you I'm
A gun and for me I am none
But a son to the disappointment
Gotta Hide
Underground shit really
Got me feelin like
Another picture with me
I love the fans right
And now I'm talkin
Definitive with the man right
And you ain't got a better flow
Than my pen right
Cus I really gotta take
Out this rocket You turn
Around when I cock it
Now you is the pussy
I pocket
I feel like the best of the best
Bullet from the west in
The chest in the breast in
The vest
And I got a whole list of
Niggas pack a punch then
I pow a nigga
Yous a bitch so bite me nigga
You got a bitch Ima pipe
Her nigga
Don't think about it
You could put me in
A box Ima break up out it
These trap metal fans really
Pissed about it
Don't get so tight at a reject
I'm bouta gut you like c sect
Quit movin around I'm sea sick
P G that's paranormal Jesus
I study Japanese for my reasons
I'm switchin my moods like seasons
Bouta cheat on my plug no treason
Like please no more distortion
Shit I feel like freeman morgan
Call the downtown bitch from
Oregon better not play me like
Organ I kill you sell your organs
So fill the pain wassup
I take the painter brush
And finger fuck the game wassup
Inside be comin up the tragic
In my lane wassup
I tell these bitches why
You actin so lame wassup
These underground pussies
Really need to
Pain wassup
I take the painter brush
And finger fuck the game wassup
Inside be comin up the tragic
In my lane wassup
I tell these bitches why
They actin so lame wassup
These underground pussies
Really need to