YEA SURE...WHATEVER Lyrics

Yuh

I got bands too

Light up getcho honey baked cuz I go ham too, me too

They on my bamboo

At 3am when she demand you

What would any man do

Ay Marty B damn you need you a Visa, please

I could fake my death then go flee to Ibiza

Must get her to leave got no reason to please her, get gone

Pimpin' ten, have a seat let me teach ya

Danny Phantom just took down a Sam Manson

Handicap them bitches can't stand him, can't stand him

Grown men fuming bout to throw a damn tantrum, why you mad for

Every Bill Murray need a Scarlett Johansson, I mean that's true

When shit get sticky pull a candy apple out

Y'all let these labels squat and drop they fanny on ya mouth

I used to sneak in chicas when my family out the house

I heard her shit was flat but damn she Stanley just about

I don't judge though will I pull the plug? no

Surgeon hitcha with the Cindy Lou I'm on ya snub nose

Never left a love note feel like I'm above those

Posted on a building while it fall and hit a shrug pose

Please don't call me twin, I hate that shit

You are not my kinfolk come now watch me sin, sinner

I go where the wind blow

Look at her and him, what they doing

Shopping through the window

I have seen you bend, bendy, Ima spill the pintos

I'm not a stockbroker don't get knocked over

State fair take a ride she my top chauffeur

Live with ghosts in a house built by October

Steer clear from the demon when I'm not sober, stay away

Oh you've heard about me huh? so you know my track record

Open Guinness books and point like I'll be breakin' that record, fasho

Two hand motion on it like she grinding black pepper, sheesh

Major difference between us is that I simply rap better, I mean

Peakin' through the blinds Thomas Shelby

I'm not Harry Manfredini but I might as well be

Chop you up with my zucchini I be eatin' healthy

No time to bathe I gotta rap hoe I know you smell me, I know you do

I've heard it all on the wall I'm a fly huh, huh

Call me Quick Draw McGraw Ima die huh, huh

Bloodshot little eye whatcha spy huh, huh

How'd I do? Don't even lie It was fye huh

Yeah sure whatever, whatever

Fitted cap back Fred Durst whatever, whatever

Sandwich kind of life bread first whatever, whatever

Shallow end I'm diving head first whatever, whatever

Whatever

Yeah sure whatever, whatever

Ain't you take that down? that's her whatever, whatever

Not even takin' off my sweatshirt whatever, whatever

All my new shit my best work whatever

Whatever whatever whatever whatever

Whatever whatever whatever whatever

It's whatever hoe ay it's whatever hoe

Yeah

My bad