Whateva ft. JD Johnston Lyrics

I hit the gas stacks whateva

Imma roll it up if that shit is pressure

And I hang with big dawgs big steppas

I got my money up big checka

And I hit the gas stacks whateva

And I got a pack stash endeavor

I hit the gas stacks whateva

I hit the gas stacks whateva

Dat hoe gone work

Bitch call me fiending and leaning

So I hit the green

And go cop a jet to the Turks

I got a new glock for the street talk

But I rarely put my shit to work

Two bands for a verse

But rather count bands in a church

I got a check on the fifth and the first

My girl got top shelf in her purse

Ain't been in a trap

But still was out moving and moving

The snap always booming

We copping had to run it back

No call logs

Talking on the phone

Pull a meeting on your own

Trynna keep the money long

No cap

Eighteen years too grown

Been playing too long

Fuck it new grave stone

Head tapped

What I built I done built alone

Call the kingdom home

Need a kingdom thrown

No bap

DMV kid don't fuck with nobody

DMV CSB call me Scarti

Check the text

Seen I got me a track

Then Jumped in dat studio

Seen it's by Johnston

Inna Demon

On demon time haunting

Chasing money

Invest to the max

Buy a crypto

Then two O's of pack

Swear two O two niggas

Like Will with the slap

I said whipping G wagon

Rocking high fashion

Niggas like woah

When I pull up what's happening

Niggas like woah

When it touchdown like madden

Always prepared

Swear a nigga in practice

Bars for the song

But they stay in a caption

Bars for the song

But that bitch nigga capping

Money stay long

Chasing money a habit

Getting withdrawals

When I don't ship a package

I get the gas stacks whateva

Imma roll it up if that shit is pressure

And I roll with big dawgs big steppas

I got my money up big checka

And I get the gas stacks whateva

I'm on a cash rack endeavor

And I hit the gas stacks whateva

I hit the gas stacks whateva