Whatsapp (Wassam) Lyrics – Gunna

Read the full Whatsapp (Wassam) lyrics by Gunna along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Gunna’s music, you can also explore Today I Did Good and Neck On A Yacht, two other songs by Gunna.

[Intro]
(—Makers)
(Run that back, Turbo)

[Chorus]
Man, wassam?
They sent the wire through WhatsApp (WhatsApp)
Hope ain’t nobody to cuss at (Nah)
S*it changed but it still get pushed back (Push)
I drop, make these little n!ggas push back (Push)
I count up, just look at my contract (I count up, just look at my contract)
[Verse 1]
I’m cool, n!gga, I don’t want your contact
I know many men, they pray I don’t win
I still gotta ride with the compact
I’m riding the Cullinan, I used to want a cutlass
I came a long way, that’s a big fact
Big G*nna Wunna, yeah, big fact
Got your b!tch checking in like a dispatch
It ain’t money, I don’t wanna chit-chat
I don’t care if it gotta be a couple of years, still, I’m gon’ get my lick back
You know how I came up, you know I roll with my n!gga, don’t never forget that
Been flooded the Range, been flooded the chains, and get it, ’cause they should remember that
I might beat it up, with ***
I hop out the Maybach, jump on the jet
If I serve appetizer, then act like they want it
I gave it, and they ain’t even want it yet
This VVS diamond, if I’ma go diamond, it’s chill like a Christmas ornament
This kid not baby, he ever play crazy, I spank him and put him on punishment
But fu*k that, look at my accomplishments
Let’s check out my style, astonishing (Check out my style, astonishing)

[Chorus]
Man, wassam?
They sent the wire through WhatsApp (WhatsApp)
Hope ain’t nobody to cuss at (Nah)

S*it changed but it still get pushed back (Push)
I drop, make these little n!ggas push back (Push)
I count up, just look at my contract (I count up, just look at my contract)

[Verse 2]
Throw me and get on some content
The factory dial, I bought out the Tao
And Sundays, I’m eating on Sunset
I’m holding it down, I watch from the mound
I’m peeping, I wait for the context
Young Wunna the one, word to Complex
Get money and travel, a compass
I told you a n!gga ain’t done yet
I heard the blogs comparing my numbers, I guess they think it’s a contest
Everybody got way bigger problem, and yet, I’m betting the company
Everyone who faked and act like they traded, I swear, I don’t want no apology
One of the greats, I got fans every city, every state, and that’s my reality
Southside, riding down Manor
Hundred gram, like cannabis
Running the rich man salary
Allergic to broke, I got allergies
Stoned out my mind, not the cavity
Full fu*king this b!tch, wanna marry me
She look like she wanna inherit me
I’m geeking, I need some more clarity (All of my diamonds clear)

[Chorus]
Man, wassam?
They sent the wire through WhatsApp (WhatsApp)
Hope ain’t nobody to cuss at (Nah)
S*it changed but it still get pushed back (Push)
I drop, make these little n!ggas push back (Push)
I count up, just look at my contract (I count up, just look at my contract)

[Outro]
Man, what’s happening?