She like you put that shit together whatever
I'm not gone trip bout these lil b****s I got several
She like I get butterflies when we together
I'm like Uh Huh, I hear ya, Whatever
Behind tint we getting bent and counting cheddar
They trying to book me I'm like f*ck let me check my schedule
Ain't bout money ain't shit that you can tell me I'm like uh huh... I hear ya... Whatever
Whatever, Whatever, Whatever
Whatever whenever Wherever
Whatever Whatever Whatever
Type of nigga that never trip about no female
The type to make a couple racks just off my email
I played the back until my time had came about
My bitch texting me angry I don't know what that shit about (To be honest)
Niggas dissing they just in this shit for clout
The type to still get what you need all in a drought
They say he wreckless al he care bout is that check
I been lurking for three days and I can't find em where they at?
Ine tripping boocoo benjis hit my jack , ine into taking pictures I'm chasing racks
I wouldn't tryna keep the bitch I have her back
He called me back like seeds in this I sold em that
I told that bitch to count her days don't get attached
He play we hitting them niggas blocks wit brand new Ks if it's that
I pray and hope that this shit don't get raid niggas rats
I f*cked that bitch but never showed her where I stay I'm playing chess
Choppa on me say I'm walking with the devil
Rps 30 and perky soons I pop in on my level
She text me like am I gone spoil her or whatever
I told that bitch I ain't gone buy her no Coachella
F*ck that bitch I told that bitch her man balling or whatever
Bro gone register the pistols if these pussy niggas get jealous
I can't let them niggas truck me out my spot I'm doing better
My nigga riding with that glock and he a felon
My lil nigga he like f*ck It he wan crash but I won't let him
Can't wear no slippers in the trench we really stepping
We get dem pounds and break em down we playing Tetris
Put Liek on that he EMS he tryna stretch em
Nigga hit me from Columbia ima tax em
Nigga tryna score In Summerville we jack him
Pussy nigga say it's smoke then we gone match him
Don't buy no hats whenever I shop inside the store cause ine capping
Daleboy Darryl - Whatever Lyrics
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She like you put that shit together whatever
I'm not gone trip bout these lil b****s I got several
She like I get butterflies when we together
I'm like Uh Huh, I hear ya, Whatever
Behind tint we getting bent and counting cheddar
They trying to book me I'm like f*ck let me check my schedule
Ain't bout money ain't shit that you can tell me I'm like uh huh... I hear ya... Whatever
Whatever, Whatever, Whatever
Whatever whenever Wherever
Whatever Whatever Whatever
Type of nigga that never trip about no female
The type to make a couple racks just off my email
I played the back until my time had came about
My bitch texting me angry I don't know what that shit about (To be honest)
Niggas dissing they just in this shit for clout
The type to still get what you need all in a drought
They say he wreckless al he care bout is that check
I been lurking for three days and I can't find em where they at?
Ine tripping boocoo benjis hit my jack , ine into taking pictures I'm chasing racks
I wouldn't tryna keep the bitch I have her back
He called me back like seeds in this I sold em that
I told that bitch to count her days don't get attached
He play we hitting them niggas blocks wit brand new Ks if it's that
I pray and hope that this shit don't get raid niggas rats
I f*cked that bitch but never showed her where I stay I'm playing chess
Choppa on me say I'm walking with the devil
Rps 30 and perky soons I pop in on my level
She text me like am I gone spoil her or whatever
I told that bitch I ain't gone buy her no Coachella
F*ck that bitch I told that bitch her man balling or whatever
Bro gone register the pistols if these pussy niggas get jealous
I can't let them niggas truck me out my spot I'm doing better
My nigga riding with that glock and he a felon
My lil nigga he like f*ck It he wan crash but I won't let him
Can't wear no slippers in the trench we really stepping
We get dem pounds and break em down we playing Tetris
Put Liek on that he EMS he tryna stretch em
Nigga hit me from Columbia ima tax em
Nigga tryna score In Summerville we jack him
Pussy nigga say it's smoke then we gone match him
Don't buy no hats whenever I shop inside the store cause ine capping
I'm not gone trip bout these lil b****s I got several
She like I get butterflies when we together
I'm like Uh Huh, I hear ya, Whatever
Behind tint we getting bent and counting cheddar
They trying to book me I'm like f*ck let me check my schedule
Ain't bout money ain't shit that you can tell me I'm like uh huh... I hear ya... Whatever
Whatever, Whatever, Whatever
Whatever whenever Wherever
Whatever Whatever Whatever
Type of nigga that never trip about no female
The type to make a couple racks just off my email
I played the back until my time had came about
My bitch texting me angry I don't know what that shit about (To be honest)
Niggas dissing they just in this shit for clout
The type to still get what you need all in a drought
They say he wreckless al he care bout is that check
I been lurking for three days and I can't find em where they at?
Ine tripping boocoo benjis hit my jack , ine into taking pictures I'm chasing racks
I wouldn't tryna keep the bitch I have her back
He called me back like seeds in this I sold em that
I told that bitch to count her days don't get attached
He play we hitting them niggas blocks wit brand new Ks if it's that
I pray and hope that this shit don't get raid niggas rats
I f*cked that bitch but never showed her where I stay I'm playing chess
Choppa on me say I'm walking with the devil
Rps 30 and perky soons I pop in on my level
She text me like am I gone spoil her or whatever
I told that bitch I ain't gone buy her no Coachella
F*ck that bitch I told that bitch her man balling or whatever
Bro gone register the pistols if these pussy niggas get jealous
I can't let them niggas truck me out my spot I'm doing better
My nigga riding with that glock and he a felon
My lil nigga he like f*ck It he wan crash but I won't let him
Can't wear no slippers in the trench we really stepping
We get dem pounds and break em down we playing Tetris
Put Liek on that he EMS he tryna stretch em
Nigga hit me from Columbia ima tax em
Nigga tryna score In Summerville we jack him
Pussy nigga say it's smoke then we gone match him
Don't buy no hats whenever I shop inside the store cause ine capping
Writer: Darryl Parris
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