Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Wud up, playboy, I seen you last week/
You had some girls in your arms while you were chill on da beach/
I got yo back son, these hoes don't want none/
These hataz mess wit you dawg, they gotta mess wit dis gun/
I come at full blast, I come wit Dro grass/
But if you fuck up on shit, nigga dats yo ass/
You got a good life, you got like 5 wives/
You always light skies, when it's tough, you hold mine/
I got respect Dunn, I got you 12 to none/
And when you fight nigga, I'm only bringin hell to you son/
Wass good playboy, I see you pack toys/
Away in ya trunk, like Larry Johnson/
I see you make beats, and hell, you run streets/
you's a thug, but in school, you make A's and B's/
You perfect man, you's a pimpin man/
You know I would hold it down fo yo ass as best as i can/
[Hook x2]
Wud up playboy, wud up playboy/
On the streets, holla back at me playboy/
Wass good playboy, wass the deal playboy/
You hold it down playboy? Wud up playboy/
[Verse 2]
They say i rep new york, they say you rep Cali/
Ya name's Rob, but they throwin Broadkast at me (Ha)/
You hold it down son, you make it happen/
These niggas want you to hate, but you keep rappin/
We made our own clique, we wrote our own shit/
We threw our own fists, we emptied mad clips/
We be best friends, we learnin lessons/
We a duo man, why these niggas messin/
You's a playa nigga, you get that doe nigga/
You ain't afraid nigga, finger always stay on the trigga/
You's a rap idol, you a country king/
You really love to sing, nigga always got bling/
You make tracks drop, you make charts pop/
You bang albums like a 357 Magnum/
You's my mutha fuckin chumb, my good buddy/
We be associates at makin dat money nigga/
[Hook x2]
Wud up playboy, wud up playboy/
On the streets, holla back at me playboy/
Wass good playboy, wass the deal playboy/
You hold it down playboy? Wud up playboy/
[Verse 3]
You's my pimp partner, my ally in crime/
My back up when I die on frontline/
You's a cocky nigga, always got ya glocks drawn/
You see these haters as pawns, so you get ya rap on/
My nigga pack blades, my nigga glares ice/
You betta hate, cuz you know my killa mad nice/
You shed rap glory, you smoke weed for me/
You hate trees, but nigga, you said fuck the story/
You roll dolo, you hate niggas who front/
And bitch all the time, like ya boy, G-Ro/
You know I'm sick wit it, you know I give you props/
I give beats to drop like the next cop you see/
I got yo back nigga, just if you got mine/
I ain't got hate or love, nigga, I just got nines/
I love to be me, I love to do me/
Know what they call me, they call me Dig Nasty/
[Hook x4]
Wud up playboy, wud up playboy/
On the streets, holla back at me playboy/
Wass good playboy, wass the deal playboy/
You hold it down playboy? Wud up playboy/
