Whatever You Want

I can clap whatever you want, Gucci, Louie, that shit not a problem
I'm in the trap, I be grinchin' for dollars Feel like shy cause I get to the Guala
Fuck from the back and I'm makin' her holla Hitman, brodie gon' slide with a stick, man
I was flocking' so much, I thought that it jammed I'ma pay for the pussy, give a fuck about

your man Oh, I'm fuckin' his bitch and he mad, oh wow
If you love him, I'ma buy you Chanel Free my guys, who locked in a cell
All the bros to official, they never gon' tell Drop on the chase and I wipe it through
Zelle And I'm smokin' on pain, you can tell by the

smell I got the gas, I ain't talkin' bout shell
No three-fives, money, only ounces and better Before I had fans, I was serving' J's
But the rap can't change me, I'm stuck in my ways servin
I'm on the block, steady working If you hold it down, I'ma clap you a burkin

Got a two seater for me and the money I'm sippin' drink, feelin' like a druggie
I hit my dance, but it's not the dougie you could Die for a joke, I don't think shit funny

Only club I go to is Brain's she said Mel, why you always lyin'
Once it's up and stuck we could not stop the violence
Bend up the whip like a nascar driver
Rappin', trappin', slidin', providin
Those my hobbies, do it on the daily Got music on Apple but no you can't play me
Give a fuck who you with throw a shot at your lady

I can clap whatever you want, Gucci, Louie, that shit not a problem
I'm in the trap, I be grinchin' for dollars Feel like shy cause I get to the Guala
Fuck from the back and I'm makin' her holla Hitman, brodie gon' slide with a stick, man
I was flocking' so much, I thought that it jammed I'ma pay for the pussy, give a fuck about your man