WhatEver.
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
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
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Writer(s): Sativa Sullivan
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