Whatever
(Paper Route Empire) yeah, yeah
(Shitting On The Industry)
It's Dolph
(EarDrummers)
I'm in Givenchy, my bitch's in Cavalli
I'm that lil' nigga that shut down the party
All this ice on me will make 'em do whatever
I fucked her and her best friend the first day I met her
Young niggas broke, so for a check they do whatever
Whatever, whatever
Whatever, whatever
All my niggas just like me, they're 'bout whatever
Whatever, whatever
Whenever, where ever
I walked up on lil' mama and said, "That's a lot of ass"
She looked me up and down and said, "That's a lot of swag"
She a college girl with a trap nigga skippin' class (dope boy)
Yeah, she love that trap shit, turn yo bitch into my bitch
60 thou' on my wrist, another hunnid on my check
Sellin' dope out the projects, the realist nigga ain't dropped yet
Another coupe, I just copped it, shows after shows, I rocked it
All these rocks around my neck, got your bih panties ringin' wet
I'm in Givenchy, my bitch's in Cavalli
I'm that lil' nigga that shut down the party
All this ice on me'll make 'em do whatever
I fucked her and her best friend the first day I met her
Young niggas broke, so for a check they do whatever
Whatever, whatever
Whatever, whatever
All my niggas just like me, they 'bout whatever
Whatever, whatever
Whenever, where ever
I walked up on lil' mama and said, "That's a lot of ass"
She looked me up and down and said, "That's a lot of swag"
She a college girl with a trap nigga skippin' class (dope boy)
Yeah, she love that trap shit, turn yo bitch into my bitch
60 thou' on my wrist, another hunnid on my check
Sellin' dope out the projects, the realest nigga ain't dropped yet
Another coupe, I just copped it, shows after shows, I rocked it
All these rocks around my neck, got your bih panties ringin' wet
I used to fuck all the major racks, now I'm taking shots on a private jet
40,000 feet in the air, I take 40,000 make it disappear
Yeah, this that new shit y'all ain't even on nigga
My bitch short and thick but my paper long nigga
I'm in Givenchy, my bitch's in Cavalli
I'm that lil' nigga that shut down the party
All this ice on me'll make 'em do whatever
I fucked her and her best friend the first day I met her
Young niggas broke, so for a check they do whatever
Whatever, whatever
Whatever, whatever
All my niggas just like me, they do whatever
Whatever, whatever
Whenever, where ever
She your girl but she my freak, yeah, she at my suite
Yeah, all my niggas just like me, yeah, straight out the streets, yeah
A hundred P's in a Jeep, they be gone in a week
Then I might take me a vacation somewhere overseas
I got yo' bitch twerkin' ass, naked smokin' weed
Went and bought a root bear just to spike it with the lean
Ain't-ain't none of them fake ass rappers fuckin' with me (hell nah!)
They might be something to you, but they ain't nothing to me
Smoking kush, countin' money, I been up for weeks
Power bomb your bitch (T.K.O.), where the referee (huh)
Wake up in the morning with the choppa next to me
Boy be so fresh, they wanna know who the fuck dressing me
I'm in Givenchy, my bitch's in Cavalli
I'm that lil' nigga that shut down the party
All this ice on me'll make 'em do whatever
I fucked her and her best friend the first day I met her
Young niggas broke, so for a check they do whatever
Whatever, whatever
Whatever, whatever
All my niggas just like me, they 'bout whatever
Whatever, whatever
Whenever, where ever
(Shitting On The Industry)
It's Dolph
(EarDrummers)
I'm in Givenchy, my bitch's in Cavalli
I'm that lil' nigga that shut down the party
All this ice on me will make 'em do whatever
I fucked her and her best friend the first day I met her
Young niggas broke, so for a check they do whatever
Whatever, whatever
Whatever, whatever
All my niggas just like me, they're 'bout whatever
Whatever, whatever
Whenever, where ever
I walked up on lil' mama and said, "That's a lot of ass"
She looked me up and down and said, "That's a lot of swag"
She a college girl with a trap nigga skippin' class (dope boy)
Yeah, she love that trap shit, turn yo bitch into my bitch
60 thou' on my wrist, another hunnid on my check
Sellin' dope out the projects, the realist nigga ain't dropped yet
Another coupe, I just copped it, shows after shows, I rocked it
All these rocks around my neck, got your bih panties ringin' wet
I'm in Givenchy, my bitch's in Cavalli
I'm that lil' nigga that shut down the party
All this ice on me'll make 'em do whatever
I fucked her and her best friend the first day I met her
Young niggas broke, so for a check they do whatever
Whatever, whatever
Whatever, whatever
All my niggas just like me, they 'bout whatever
Whatever, whatever
Whenever, where ever
I walked up on lil' mama and said, "That's a lot of ass"
She looked me up and down and said, "That's a lot of swag"
She a college girl with a trap nigga skippin' class (dope boy)
Yeah, she love that trap shit, turn yo bitch into my bitch
60 thou' on my wrist, another hunnid on my check
Sellin' dope out the projects, the realest nigga ain't dropped yet
Another coupe, I just copped it, shows after shows, I rocked it
All these rocks around my neck, got your bih panties ringin' wet
I used to fuck all the major racks, now I'm taking shots on a private jet
40,000 feet in the air, I take 40,000 make it disappear
Yeah, this that new shit y'all ain't even on nigga
My bitch short and thick but my paper long nigga
I'm in Givenchy, my bitch's in Cavalli
I'm that lil' nigga that shut down the party
All this ice on me'll make 'em do whatever
I fucked her and her best friend the first day I met her
Young niggas broke, so for a check they do whatever
Whatever, whatever
Whatever, whatever
All my niggas just like me, they do whatever
Whatever, whatever
Whenever, where ever
She your girl but she my freak, yeah, she at my suite
Yeah, all my niggas just like me, yeah, straight out the streets, yeah
A hundred P's in a Jeep, they be gone in a week
Then I might take me a vacation somewhere overseas
I got yo' bitch twerkin' ass, naked smokin' weed
Went and bought a root bear just to spike it with the lean
Ain't-ain't none of them fake ass rappers fuckin' with me (hell nah!)
They might be something to you, but they ain't nothing to me
Smoking kush, countin' money, I been up for weeks
Power bomb your bitch (T.K.O.), where the referee (huh)
Wake up in the morning with the choppa next to me
Boy be so fresh, they wanna know who the fuck dressing me
I'm in Givenchy, my bitch's in Cavalli
I'm that lil' nigga that shut down the party
All this ice on me'll make 'em do whatever
I fucked her and her best friend the first day I met her
Young niggas broke, so for a check they do whatever
Whatever, whatever
Whatever, whatever
All my niggas just like me, they 'bout whatever
Whatever, whatever
Whenever, where ever
Credits
Writer(s): Dan Steven Book, Ryan Follese, Alexei Constantine Misoul, Andrew Maxwell Goldstein, Writer Unknown
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