What Up Cuz – Song and Lyrics by AD

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Discover the poetic beauty in ‘What Up Cuz’ by AD. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of AD or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

What up cuz? what up cuz?
What up cuz? what up cuz?
What up cuz? what up cuz?
What up cuz? what up cuz?

Take my clique to the top, bitch, we multiplyin’
Any nigga disrespect, he supposed to die
Don’t get confused, in LA this shit B
Blue rags on every single street
From a federal hood with a federal tale
Free all my niggas in the federal jail
We don’t f*ck with informants or niggas that f*ck with ’em
Got me thinkin’ that you tryna set up niggas
Got love for everything blue
Blue hundreds and some blue versace house shoes
Nah, I ain’t hopeless, I’m loc-ing
They couldn’t understand that the streets was my focus
Tell me, do you gang bang and how you get your name?
Money and gun play is how you get your fame
Jump out and go big, nigga, split a wig, nigga
Show the city what it is, nigga

What up cuz? what up cuz?
What up cuz? what up cuz?
What up cuz? what up cuz?
What up cuz? what up cuz?

What up cuz? where you from?
Oh, you don’t bang? where you stay?
Wrong area, get smeared any way
I’ll sock a square out, tryna regulate (bang)
Tackwood shawty, crack on her plate
Crack it all down, sell it all today
Doin’ albums, f*ck mixtapes
Yeah I’m loc-ing on a sunny day
Tally tally tally, I’m a real crip
Shootouts and licks, yeah, I’m with the shits
Barum-pa-pum-pum, got them big drums
Skatin’ rink nigga, that’s the stadium
.40 Glock but I’m just seventeen
Subway out at MCM, that’s the team
Start patrollin’, any nigga we don’t know, we like

What up cuz? what up cuz?
What up cuz? what up cuz?
What up cuz? what up cuz?
What up cuz? what up cuz?

Perico, Let me talk my shit one time
Spell Compton with a C, we put everything with a two though
Way before the foreign I was saggin’ with that tool-o
F*ck with Cardi C, somebody tell her what it do though
Bangin’ Bodak Yellow, but ’round here it’s Kodak Blue though
Don’t f*ck with Androids, that iPhone you got a blue message
Blue toothbrush, my toothpaste blue with a few extras
Benz out the lot but shit I should’ve bought a blue Lexus
Blue on everything, I blew up and I got too reckless
Kicking kack, C-ing cool, cuz
Heard he bring the hood but we ain’t never knew, cuz
Calls from the pen, damn what you do, cuz?
And you ain’t really active if you ain’t make the news, cuz
Wait a minute, still
Cheap in the store, got coupons to enter
Sell her Uncle Toms, eat crip legs for dinner, woah woah
Lil’ bitch, I’m a winner
Your man ain’t thugging, he a sprinter

What up cuz? what up cuz?
What up cuz? what up cuz?
What up cuz? what up cuz?
What up cuz? what up cuz?