Yung Guwap - Whatever (feat. C.O) Lyrics

Yeah, She wanna f*ck when I met her
I told that bitch it's whatever
She wanna f*ck when I met her (Yeah)
You n***** fold under pressure
I'm tryna get to the cheddar (Yeah)
Hit me a lick it's whatever
Tote me a blick it's whatever
These n***** just better know better or you gon end up on a stretcher (Yeah, Yeah)
I feel like shit it's whatever (C.O) need the guala to cop up a tesla (Yeah!)
Free my momma she got too much stress (What?)
For no drama my n***** be blessed (Right)
And my n***** gon put you together (Together)
Better hope that you wear a vest (Vest)
Tryna see some more O's on my check (Check)
Chop you up and wont clean up the mess (Mess)
My gorillas monsters, we ball like all stars you know C.M.G be the gang
Tryna make a movie, I'm feeling groovy bitch n***** dont step in my lane
I keep asking who shot? Shout out Guwap, my n***** remaining the same
Tryna ice out a new chain
And it's cool if you dont know the name
I told that bitch it's whatever
She wanna f*ck when I met her
You n***** fold under pressure
I'm tryna get to the cheddar
Hit me a lick it's whatever
Tote me a blick it's whatever
These n***** just better know better or you gon end up on a stretcher
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
I told that lil bitch it's whatever (Whatever)
I told that lil bitch it's whatever (Yeah!)
She wanna f*ck when I met her you
N***** fold under pressure (Pressure)
I'm tryna get to the cheddar
Hit me a lick it's whatever (It's Whatever)
Tote me a blick it's whatever (Whatever)
These n***** just better know better (Yeah!)
I told that lil bitch it's whatever (Come here)
Real rockstars rock leather (For Real!)
Hold up, pick it up put it together my heart is too cold like the weather (Too Cold)
My n***** be toting berettas (Berettas)
They leave yo ass all on a stretcher (Boom!)
Hold up my n**** just get it together you gotta do better (Get it together)
N***** be soft as a bitch (Bitch)
N***** be light as some feathers (HaHa)
N***** be talking bout shit, yeah (Shit)
Ima go put em together (Yeahh)
Gotta mix it up (Mix it up) my weed gonna lift you up (Lift you up)
Hold up lil baby just give it up (Give it Up) you that my n***** got blickeys tucked
(Them Blickeys)
My n***** be running up, you know these guns out for nothing (Okay!)
Hold up, they get to something (Thats Right)
I know these n***** be bluffing (They Bluffin)
I slide out like David Ruffin (Ooo!)
I hope that you just want something (Yeah)
Hold up, all of my n***** be bringing that pressure
Put that lil bitch on a stretcher (C.M.G)
I told that bitch it's whatever
She wanna f*ck when I met her (Huh)
You n***** fold under pressure
I'm tryna get to the cheddar (Gang!)
Get in the mix it's whatever (C.O)
But I chill in the lab with the steppers (Gang)
I'm in a race for the paper
And I need me one piece like the treasure (Piece!)
I told that bitch I dont care about her
Lost your way to the top and it's no re-routing
I feel like the king when I'm on this mountain (Uh-huh)
Getting to drippin just like a fountain (Yeah)
And you know I'm going sleep in sound
N***** know I'm creeping, creeping round
And you know I got the bleeper out
Beat her out and I skip her route (Yeah, Yeah)
Sweeping your flow like a broom (C.O)
N***** know that we coming in soon (Soon) uh
C.M.G, yeah we the crew
After that we gon send you the blues(Uhh)
Send you the shots right to sleep (Sleep)
I'm gonna hit with a peep (Peep!)
Yeah, (Pew, Pew) Yeah,(Pew) Uh (Bih)Bleep! (Uh, Bih)
And I'm saying bleep cause I'm cursing at you (Cursing)
I got the curser on you, Baow!
We bout to shoot that shit up (Brrr)
I brought the blurper on you, Yeah (Gang!)
Yeah, yeah you know what it is pussy it's C.M.G the collective n**** Meek wassup