Whatever Lyrics

I'm down for whatever (I'm down for whatever)

She wanna come see me, I don't even text her (I don't even text her woah)

I don't lack got a gen Three, up in my dresser (in my dresser woah)

Tell the other side they can send they best stepper

BHB we ready for war yeah, we really down for whatever

I've been running up that bag, they really hate man it's so sad, left my old hoe in the past

A problem of mine yeah it was my last, song about her cause I'm done talking about it

Scared she gon' text me and throw a fit, if she calls me I'ma sample it

I'm in a hell cat moving too fast, PJay in the backseat puffing on gas

Double cup bitch this ain't no glass, these real diamonds bitch ain't no brass

I could fuck your bitch but nah I'ma pass, just be careful might take her to Sacks

After I do that no going back (back)

I'm down for whatever (I'm down for whatever)

She wanna come see me, I don't even text her (I don't even text her woah)

I don't lack got a gen Three, up in my dresser (in my dresser woah)

Tell the other side they can send they best stepper

BHB we ready for war yeah, we really down for whatever

I'm down for whatever (I'm down for whatever)

She wanna come see me, I don't even text her (I don't even text her woah)

I don't lack got a gen Three, up in my dresser (in my dresser woah)

Tell the other side they can send they best stepper

BHB we ready for war yeah, we really down for whatever