RackStackin' Dreeze - It's Whatever Lyrics

Opinions don't pay the bills, so it's f*ck them forever
Eyeballing the Wockhardt, no need to measure
No room for errors, left wrist a treasure
Bout the beef, a nigga down for whatever
Hot out the oven, I'm letting it fizzle
Leaving these f*ck niggas angry and bitter
Might cop me a Fisker, I'm really a dripper
.45 on me, Donovan Mitchell
These niggas some bitches they really be jumping
I'm f*cking her good I'm making her cumming
I'm Drop a dub on clothes, it's nothing
Cutthroat for real, I still hold on to grudges
I Can't complain, dressed like the Beatles, my boots are Bottega
IG model broad she sucking going crazy Now and Later
Dirty Code Red soda got me trippy
You paid for pussy, it's crazy, niggas so tricky
Didn't even f*ck yet, and she already clingy
Hating ass bitches, Timmy Turner, Vicky
Purple Jeans loose for the strap, it's pleated
She gave head with teeth, told her to beat it
Big titty bitch put a zip in her cleavage
All I need is my drugs and money, it's my reliever
Opinions don't pay the bills, so it's f*ck them forever
Eyeballing the Wockhardt, no need to measure
No room for errors, left wrist a treasure
Bout the beef, a nigga down for whatever
Hot out the oven, I'm letting it fizzle
Leaving these f*ck niggas and bitches angry and bitter
Might cop me a Fisker, I'm really a dripper
.45 on me, Donovan Mitchell