WhatEver. Lyrics

I'm like, hmm, whatever

Tryna make the good sex

Better, so I put the syrup in my Fanta, bitch can get the

Dick like whenever, and I make

Her real real wetter

Catch a opp lack we gone

Turn him to a dancer

Yeah a prancer

Turn him to a track star

Smoke him like some cancer

Yeah, some cancer

Smoking on the cookies

Like a mother fucking monster

Get my weed from a mother Fucking roster, and I'm with

The gang, yeah, we mobsters Really put in work

Check the roster

Sipping on some 12

Sipping proper

Can't trust a rat or a bitch

If you ain't talking money

It don't make no sense

Only drop a song when

You gotta pay the rent

Hopped off the porch

Then jump off the fence

If I'm sending shots

It's only self-defense

Only throwing shade cause

You need some extra cents

Hmm, whatever, catch me in a Hoodie even in the hot weather

No, I'm never lacking

I'm under some pressure

Certified stepper

Got a 4-5 tucked under my Sweater, smoking on some

Pressure, I'm a rich junkie

I do it for the pleasure

Hmm, whatever tryna make the Good sex better

So i put the syrup in my Fanta

Bitch can get this dick

Like whenever

And I make her real real wetter

Catch an opp lack

We gone turn him to a

Dancer, yeah a prancer

Turn him to a track star

Smoke him like some cancer

Yeah some cancer

I'm in the street

Like Bernie and Bert

Blow this bitch up

Cause I'm getting the urge

Hold on my stick like a bird

Thirty three shot Larry Bird

Seven six two gone hit his nerve

And I'm getting me bread in Return, If you want smoke

We can fucking dance

Boy want smoke

I'ma put him in a trance

Red dots on his nose

Make that boy prance

Always one step ahead

I'm advanced, smoking on that Good gas, call that shit enhanced Only want a real bitch

No plastic, no implants

Fuck you and your crew

Commit genocide, when I pull up You shaking terrified

She wanna get the dick cause she Know I'm verified only fuck

With real dudes who really tryna Ride, if you keep my name in your Mouth, you can die, you can die

I'm like, hmm, whatever, tryna Make the good sex better, so I put The syrup in my Fanta

bitch can get this dick like Whenever and I make a real real Weather, catch an opp lack we Gone turn him to a dancer

Yeah a prancer, turn him to a track Star, smoke him like some cancer Yeah, some cancer