The Big Hash, YoungstaCPT, Thato Saul, Tyson Sybateli & ZRi – THAT’S WASSUP

LYRICS: The Big Hash, YoungstaCPT, Thato Saul, Tyson Sybateli & ZRi – THAT’S WASSUP

The Big Hash, YoungstaCPT, Thato Saul, Tyson Sybateli & ZRi – THAT’S WASSUP Lyrics

The Big Hash, YoungstaCPT, Thato Saul, Tyson Sybateli & ZRi – THAT’S WASSUP Lyrics: The Big Hash newest single “THAT’S WASSUP” featuring YoungstaCPT, Thato Saul, Tyson Sybateli & ZRi is the latest track that has the dancefloor on lockdown and today we serve you with the complete lyrics.

Groove to “The Big Hash, YoungstaCPT, Thato Saul, Tyson Sybateli & ZRi – THAT’S WASSUP Lyrics” for free on Afrikhub. Stay tuned for more songs, videos, albums, mixes and lyrics.

Lyrics:

[Chorus: ZRI]
I just introduced her to the crew, you know what’s up
I just had to do it, boy, they gotta know it’s up
Smokin’, with the homies, with the squad
Rollin, I be rollin’, that’s what’s up
[Post-Chorus: ZRI]
(Like for real) We just tryna find our way
(You know for real, you know for real) That’s what’s up
(Know for real) So on rotation that’s the way
And that’s what’s up

[Verse 1: The Big Hash]
Weed and money in my mind for sure
Nappy-headed before I had the ‘fro
Puffin’ on purple heads, I move slow
Niggas out here playin’ X’s and O’s
I’m in the cut like the uh, yeah
I’m in the cut like it’s sticks to the throat
Niggas still movin’ like I don’t exist
Hangin’ with niggas not hangin’ with hoes, jokes
I get on the mic, hit the rhymе and the flow too lethal
The pеn’s like a Glock with a switch
I don’t wanna hear a nigga talk, I’m a real MCee
You a cosplay doin’ it for pics
Money make niggas do anythin’
To stabbin’ their boys in the back for that chance to get rich
Get to two-step on the stage
You see the crowd rage and they call me arsonist, you dig?
I would throw in the hook but I’m throwin’ the jab at whoever the shoe fits
I’m on the gram at that double tap
On my DM got some bitch with some new tits
This rap shit put me on game
Back then I was down bad, they ain’t give two shits
Nigga this LT one, two, three
Back in this bitch, this shit could get ruthless
Me and my dawgs gon’ have us a feast
Breakin’ them bread, breakin’ them bread
Don’t know who you think you are tryna compete
Countin’ my debts, I’m countin’ my blessings
I get a cheque when I hop on a beat
I’m independent, you niggas scared of takin’ a chance on yourself ’cause you weak
Talkin’ like you got the balls on your tweets

See also  The Big Hash - VERSAILLES

[Chorus: ZRI]
I just introduced her to the crew, you know what’s up
I just had to do it, boy, they gotta know it’s up
Smokin’, with the homies, with the squad
Rollin, I be rollin’, that’s what’s up

[Post-Chorus: ZRI]
(Like for real) We just tryna find our way
(You know for real, you know for real) That’s what’s up
(Know for real) So on rotation that’s the way
And that’s what’s up

[Verse 2: Thato Saul, YoungstaCPT]
(Yeah)
I wake every mornin’, I look for the way
The money start lackin’, my mental was blackin’
I need some more back and my shoulder got weight
I look at the niggas
You talk about triggers but really cross fingers and wishin’ on faith
My hunger was boomin’
When I started movin’ the lyric my pen started smokin’ like vape
Said many times at they need and I prayed
Corner is a trench, all they need is some prey
Niggas smoke weed for the pain
All that I need is a stage on the weekend, get paid
Talk and I walk, no cane
Hero that don’t got a cape
My moment had came
Listen to talk in the game
Takin’ my cards like I said ain’t no pain, ani’t no gain
Me my niggas ain’t losin’
I really start oozin’
I’m closer to lose it, and booze it and shit
I am refusin’
I’m big like I’m juicin’
Me my niggas choosin’ the heat meanin’ which
Be ready for any sitch
Life will really be a bitch
I feel like a glitch (Kaapstad)
I feel Henny back like a itch (Kaapstad naaier)
Shots I will shoot in this shit
Big Steppa got shoes in this shit (Youngsta), yeah

See also  VIDEO: Stilo Magolide – Back To The Kaap ft. YoungstaCPT

[Verse 3: YoungstaCPT]
Mindless, spineless, standup guy with no backbone (No backbone)
Everyone has an opinion but also an asshole (Also an asshole)
You can’t turn a frog to a prince if you stuck with a tadpole (Uh uh)
You a cheese boy and I thank the Lord that I’m lactose (Aweh)
My cashflow came streamin’ in on that trap phone (Salute)
Street credibility is infinity, no bank loan
I was a little rascal who got robbed and then ran home
And then came back with a terror squad full of skinny niggas, no Fat Joes
We were socialising at bandos
Seeing hoes [?]
I like to think that I chose rap but I feel like I’m the one rap chose
Your girl say that she [?] me heavy ’cause I live my life by those gang codes
And I put in work with the top dawgs like Ab-Soul, she say “Hello” because-

[Chorus: ZRI]
I just introduced her to the crew, you know what’s up
I just had to do it, boy, they gotta know it’s up
Smokin’, with the homies, with the squad
Rollin, I be rollin’, that’s what’s up

[Post-Chorus: ZRI]
(Like for real) We just tryna find our way
(You know for real, you know for real) That’s what’s up
(Know for real) So on rotation that’s the way
And that’s what’s up

[Interlude]
Feel that?
I can feel it
I can feel it, it’s thoughts in my head

[Verse 4: Tyson Sybateli, The Big Hash]
(Yeah, yeah)
Don’t get it fucked up
I always got girls when I showed up
They all give it to me with no fuss
They call it “To show love”
[?] the comments, a grown up
Your message regarded as “Don’t trust”
My market is hoe-some
Money been the motive for no one
I swear to God none of you niggas fuckin’ with me
Been rockin’ with ‘Teli since year 2017
The prodigy pressin’ on, gettin’ back to where I belong
Gettin’ back what they took from me, I’m sorry it took so long
Fuck it, I ain’t even worried ’bout it
It you ain’t see what I can do, yeah, bitch you heard about it
[?] and I been jumpin’ over bird [?]
Hoe you lyin’ ’cause I know your favourites know about us
Yeah shiftin’, they drop they singles
Make blocks shake
Hot cakes, hot cakes
Bringin’ that Bakers, man, ’round for my dawg’s sake
Rest in peace bro, now I got ’em, just block hate
Goin’ agaist the boy is kamikaze
Them blood, sweat and tears, fightin’ demons and my fears
Tryna turn into a million dollar man, DiBiase
Yeah and I been in my bag with my soul out my body
A nigga flow cold they had to put me in a hot seat
Rollin’ with the camp, you’ll get tired of the army
Fly nigga [?], already known for catchin’ bodies
Take the chance on the gang
We got your nummber, call it Yatsie

See also  LYRICS: DJ Sliqe – Ekhoneni ft. Emtee, Thato Saul & Saudi

DOWNLOAD AUDIO

(Visited 6 times, 1 visits today)

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *