Whatsapp (Wassam) Lyrics by Gunna
(-Makers)
Yeah, wassam?
They sent the wire through the WhatsApp (WhatsApp)
Hope ain’t nobody to cuss at (Nah)
Shit changed, but it still’ll get pushed back (Pushed back)
I drop, make these little niggas push back (Push)
I count up, just look at my contract (I count up, just look at my contract)
I’m cool, nigga, I don’t want your contact
I know many men, they pray I don’t win
I still gotta ride with the compact
I’m ridin’ in the Cullinan, I used to want a Cutlass
I came a long way, that’s a big fact
Big Gunna Wunna, yeah, big fact
Got your bitch checkin’ in like a dispatch
Ain’t ’bout money, I don’t wanna chit-chat
I don’t care if it gotta be a couple of years, still, I’m gon’ get my lick back
You know where I came up, you know who I run with, my nigga, don’t ever forget that
Been flooded the Range, been flooded the chains, and gave the kids drip, they remember that
I might beat the dope where a village at
I hop out that Maybach, jump on a jet
They false advertisin’, they act like they want it, I gave it and they ain’t even want it yet
It’s VVS diamonds if I’ma go diamond, this chain like a Christmas ornament
This kid like my baby, he ever play crazy, I spank him and put him on punishment
But fuck that, look at my accomplishments
Let’s check out my style, astonishin’ (Check out my style, astonishin’)
Yeah, wassam?
They sent the wire through the WhatsApp (WhatsApp)
Hope ain’t nobody to cuss at (Nah)
Shit changed, but it still’ll get pushed back (Push)
I drop, make these little niggas push back (Push)
I count up, just look at my contract (Count up, just look at my contract)
Filmin’ and get us some content
The factory dial, I brought back the towel
On Sundays, I’m eatin’ on Sunset
I’m holdin’ it down, I watch from the mound
I keep it on, look for the context
Young Wunna the one, word to Complex
Get money and travel a compass
I told you a nigga ain’t done yet
I heard the blogs comparin’ my number, I guess they think it’s a contest
Ain’t worried ’bout it, got way bigger problems, and yet, I’m buildin’ a company
Everyone who fake it, I act like they traded, I swear I don’t want no apology
One of the greatest, I got fans every city, every state and that’s my reality
Southside, ridin’ down Mallory
Hundred, it burn like calories
Runnin’ a rich man’s salary
Allergic to broke, I got allergies
Stone in my mouth, not a cavity
If I fuck, then this bitch wanna marry me
She look like she wanna inherit me
I’m geekin’, I need some more clarity (All of my diamonds clarity)
Yeah, wassam?
They sent the wire through the WhatsApp (WhatsApp)
Hope ain’t nobody to cuss at (Nah)
Shit changed, but it still’ll get pushed back (Push)
I drop, make these little niggas push back (Push)
I count up, just look at my contract (Count up, just look at my contract)
Yeah, wassam?