Whatever ft. Big Don Bino Lyrics

Whew, Damn

The biggest Don

Yeah, I just bought my son some Supreme (Supreme)

And then bought my bitch some Celine

This whip that I'm in European (Skrrt)

This stick with the switch a machine

When it's up, ain't no bobbing and weaving (No)

Run it up, get the bread then I'm leaving (Let's go)

Blow you up, I just need me a reason

Stuck in the trap so it's cash, no leasing (Yeah)

Yeah we charged up, electric

Push up on em in a Tesla

Yeah, this blick I got it hold extra

Match it with the Kriss Vector (Kriss Vector)

Yeah, call the plug different names

Juan, Hector, he give me whatever (Whatever)

Yeah, we got ninety-three or better (Better)

We ain't ever pumping regular

They mad i'm putting shit together

I'm pushing this weight and these niggas is feathers

Leave the scale in the crib I don't need it to measure

If I'm thinking they sleep, I apply more pressure

Yeah, this shit is whatever

Keep all this knife and I brought my Beretta

I'm on the phone with my Migo plug

He said, "He need the Queso and I need the Cheddar"

Yeah, I been stepping on (Stepping on)

Preston Heron (Heron)

I'm putting that shit on (That shit on)

Plug know I get them bricks gone

He couldn't wait till I get home

I'm getting everything tailor made but this shit right here Fentanyl (That Fentanyl)

Say he still getting bricks for fifty-six, he getting ripped off (He ripped off)

That pack land, it get picked off

Soon as we catch it, it's gone it don't stay long

If you fucking with me then you covered like State Farm

I'm in the trap kicking shit like Neymar

Yeah, heard you was hot you should stay far (Yeah)

This shit ain't for you, better stick to yo day job

I got plugs on plugs but I still do bank fraud (Haha)

I can work with a scale or you can me your bank log

Yeah, I'm in the kitchen call me chef Don (Skrt)

I got boy getting stepped on

I got pills in here getting pressed on

You can meet me right there at the Chevron

Yeah, we pump gas it's an Exxon

But this spot here known for Heroin

Hunnid rounds, any side of town

If you send somebody, send ya best one

Riding with Casper, this shit here a ghost gun

I was the one doing store runs (Yeah)

I was the one that was risking it all till I realized the streets love no one

You out here talking to bitches that fuck with them niggas

And probably gon' tell how you living

You better get you a bag and just stay out the way

Cause them bitch niggas love when you slipping

I fell in love with the kitchen

I fell in love with them trenches

Couldn't get enough of them switches (Skrt)

Jerome Bettis, hold thirty-six a boy

I'm on the bus with the chickens

A scale and a pot looking looking like Koi, I'm in the pot going fishing

Yeah, I move the pack for a living

They think I rap for a living (Big Don nigga)

This shit is whatever

Uh, this shit is whatever

It's Nast, let's go