Issue No 132 Wassaname Lyrics
Wassaname by Issue No. 132
Feat. Migos
[Hook]
Drink up like a wassaname(goddamn)
We pull up in that wassaname(skeet, skeet)
We smoking all that wassaname
Boy, you got all that wassaname
Wassaname, wassa wassaname(wassaname)
A 4-5 in the big thirty
My pockets feel like Big Shirley
These rap niggas be tallapurr(?)
My bitch, she look like Haley Berry
My diamond shine like rainbow
That odd type of egg mow
Keep squeeze on my triangle
Chocolate make you do the limbo
More scribes than a footlocker
Black and silver rooger, she like Tony Parker
Yo bitch addicted to this bottle(swish, swish)
She go round and round like an helicopter
[Hook]
Smash on bitch but I don't know her name
My boy came from China Town, he look like Jackie Chan
Don't ask the wassaname, he say he got the heavy K
Now skeet up in the wassaname
Damn rich nigga 20 karat gold pistol
If I wanna to go get you I should blow a wistle
All my nigga keep automatic skeet, ridda
Pirates of the Caribbean, go a genuine rise
[Hook]
Finessing on proofing cocaine
Telephone call, finesse on layer
And I ain't no pull(?), look at them think
Better be whipping, I dunno her name
Better get thigh, that shit be whipped
Know how to cook up her beat
Good for the chicken, she good with the ticket
And twelve grown men still get with the fit
I got roller stones in my way
Real diamonds in my chain
Niggas get Macs, I fuck 'em
[Hook]
Drink up like a wassaname(goddamn)
We pull up in that wassaname(skeet, skeet)
We smoking all that wassaname
Boy, you got all that wassaname
Wassaname, wassa wassaname(wassaname)
A 4-5 in the big thirty
My pockets feel like Big Shirley
These rap niggas be tallapurr(?)
My bitch, she look like Haley Berry
My diamond shine like rainbow
That odd type of egg mow
Keep squeeze on my triangle
Chocolate make you do the limbo
More scribes than a footlocker
Black and silver rooger, she like Tony Parker
Yo bitch addicted to this bottle(swish, swish)
She go round and round like an helicopter
[Hook]
Smash on bitch but I don't know her name
My boy came from China Town, he look like Jackie Chan
Don't ask the wassaname, he say he got the heavy K
Now skeet up in the wassaname
Damn rich nigga 20 karat gold pistol
If I wanna to go get you I should blow a wistle
All my nigga keep automatic skeet, ridda
Pirates of the Caribbean, go a genuine rise
[Hook]
Finessing on proofing cocaine
Telephone call, finesse on layer
And I ain't no pull(?), look at them think
Better be whipping, I dunno her name
Better get thigh, that shit be whipped
Know how to cook up her beat
Good for the chicken, she good with the ticket
And twelve grown men still get with the fit
I got roller stones in my way
Real diamonds in my chain
Niggas get Macs, I fuck 'em