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This the intro to my life, entry to my world
Ridgecrest apartments, moving that white girl
Posted up on the corner, moving that marijuana
Glock 40 on my hip, hollerin out you don't want it
My Glock stay cocked, rocks in a match box
Hand gun in no lock, I'm a go getta
A nigga ran in your spot, confiscated your block
And he didn't get shot, you's a ho nigga
And I remember you, do you remember me?
8Th grade, leavin school, rockin up a quarter ki

T-tops on that Z, I was passin ya
Fishscale swervin with your bitch on the passenger side
Shawty let's ride, rims still spinnin so shawty let's glide
She askin me why I don't get high
Cause bitch I make 50 off a 3.5, and that's wassup

See me nigga, say wassup, wanna be me nigga, that's wassup
Bout your dollar, pop ya collar, then ya holla, that's wassup
See me shawty, say wassup, wanna fuck me shawty, that's wassup
That's wassup, that's wassup, that's wassup, that's wassup

What up Pooh? What up Jugg?
What up Drumma? Ay, what up mama?
Ay, what up haters? What up hustlers?
What up real niggas? What up bustas? (Ay)
What up snitches? Look at them bitches

What up Stunna? Thanks for them 6 digits (fo sho)
What up Ball? What up G?
What up Memphis? 10 a fuckin ki (what's hannin?)
What up Three 6? Know you don't like me (but fuck ya)
What up Feds? Won't indict me (but fuck ya)
What up TVT? Cut ya check pimp
What up Cash Money? It's our year Slim

What up All Star? What up Melrose?
What up Champ? What up Tribe? What up V-Slash?

What up Colombian? What up Mexican?
Cause on the real y'all got a nigga ass beat

What up Rollie watch? I paid a brick for you
What up grill? On the real you bout a chicken too

What up Crack House? What up dope fiend?

What up purple dro? What up codeine?
What up drought season? Baby you the reason
Charge niggas 30 for birds and done it easy

Sold fishscale, sold oil base
What up Street Tunes? What up Young Face?
What up Z-Brody? It's a gangsta party
What up TVT? You fuckin with a gangsta artist
What up Crip? Tell em I ain't got a budget
Quarter million out the pocket, self promotion fuck it
What up trap niggas scrapin up that dirty change?
What up rap niggas? This industry a dirty game
Recoup your advance, take your royalties and publish it
Put you on TV and leave you out there with nothin, nah mean?

Long time comin, lotta dope runnin
Hustlin tryna dodge these cases
Niggas been tellin, streets been beggin
So I had to go back to the basics
Gotti, it's your boy Yo Gotti
Hannie, nigga I said it's Hannie
And I remember you, do you remember me?
And I remember you, do you remember me?
It's your boy Yo Gotti, Hannie