
WHATEVER! Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Huh, yeah
Huh, huh yeah
Yeah Okay
Okay, let's go
Yeah, ok let's go
Yeah
Okay, whatever
Yeah, go, okay whatever
Okay let's go
Whatever whatever whatever!
I be with gorillas, they totin' bananas
And my niggas pull up on him with the F&N or the Beretta
And my niggas dressed in all black, that nigga thought it was a set up
Who do it better? I hit the store, don't care if it's pricey, I get her whatever
Yeah I hit his hoe and gave her right back, now that nigga bitter
Yeah I hit his hoe and gave her right back, like nigga whatever
Ain't no pressure hoe, we shoot from deep, we up the score
Yeah my dawg he sick 'em (told my dawg to get 'em bro)
Yeah my dawg he, yeah he built real different
That's my favorite hoe, flip her over like she bacon
I fuck up her walls now she say her tummy aching
Got this number nine, bitch I walk in with a limp
Bitch I'm fresh as hell, I'm fly, man I'm up there with the pigeons
Boy you keep on talking crazy like you 'bout some
Watch me pull up on him, now he running like he owe some
We gon' rob that nigga for his bread, no Peter Popoff
Know some niggas that's gon' tote the pole, they known to pop off
That boy done grew his dreads, man you'd done swear he was a rasta
Bitch I'm jumping out the window, ain't you know I was a rockstar
Bad bitch in the kitchen, like she whippin' up the pasta
Trippin' off the X or a perc, I could never
Trippin' over money, is you crazy, I could never
She said she like the U on my shirt, it's Undercover
Put that pussy nigga on a shirt, he in trouble
And I heard that nigga wanna test his worth, I popped his bubble
I might just drop a 60 right before I leave, you can call me Mamba
And that freaky bitch gon' pop it just for me, baby I'm a stunna
And it get hot just like the summer, but this was just a warm up
Your hoe too busy on my phone, I'm busy counting all these funds up
Man this shit just get too easy dawg, I'm feelin' like I'm Gunna
And I keep smoking all the loudest shit, I'm faded, I'm a goner
I'm like okay whatever, yeah
Huh, huh yeah
Huh, yeah, okay let's go
Huh, yeah, okay let's go
Huh, yeah
Whatever whatever whatever
Who do it better
Okay, whatever
Whatever whatever whatever
Who do it better
Yeah I hit his hoe and I gave her right back
Huh, yeah