Luwop - Whatever (Interlude)

Spoke shit
Bad little bitch said she want me for Christmas
Get on the winning team baby the wish list
Keep me a bunny tee fresh out the dentist
Niggas can bluff they gone talk I don't listen
Ball like I'm Future let's fuck up some commas
Boy watch your mouth and that's word to my momma
Sick with this shit I might go hit the doctor
Fuck up my page you just watching the stalkers
Step on this shit you don't get no respect
Walking with drip I might flood the whole press
Niggas gone hate so I can't even stress
Know that I got it I don't even flex
Ain't about my style but I'm sending out texts
She getting undressed and she still want some sex
Baby lets fuck up some commas
Future up next and I want me a couple then
Subtracted that bitch and I added my brother
We multiply money divide up the numbers
Loyal to family ride with no others
Can't fuck with no snitch you a mice in a cover
I used to be broke I was Shiesty and stubborn
Swear that you hard it's unlikely you're tougher
You niggas live shitty like life in the southern
Stepping to me is Like a dike with with a rubber useless
Obsolete you pussy niggas ain't stopping me
I'm really here to get my Guap and cheese
I'm on a shopping spree
I got drip like the tropic sea
Remember I ain't had no pot to pee
Pot to piss lots of guns lots of sticks
Lots of drums lots of hits
I'm hot as suns I'm hot as shit
Got lots of funds and lots of fits
My pockets stuffing lots of chips
That hate cause I been in my bag in my Birkin
They see how I'm living they mad that it's working
Gotta stay strapped ain't no lacking for certain
My pockets been looking fat as a turban
You swear that you solid you capping and chirping
She swear that loyal she clapping and twerking
I had your girl she was gagging and burping
Hit the back and I'm stabbing her cervix

Written by:
Chadwick Johnson, Blake Hardman, Andrew Minervini

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