Killjoi - It's Whatever

The money prances, the diamond dances
Get the bag and then I vanish, outlandish
And the plug speak Spanish, outstanding
I don’t think you understand man, I’m the man, man
She gon' shake it in a handstand for the xan man
I’m just playing I’m just saying man keep the same stance
And I still see these haters through these fucking Ray-Ban’s
And it look like my chain came from Atlantis
And I know they can’t stand it
Dog, I’m an issue
Got big bags to tend to
I don’t drive at ten-two
I don’t like the rentals
I slide with my pistol
I’m right like a pencil
My money's not little
It’s clear like a crystal
I’m too official
Did it all alone tell me how I’m supposed to miss you
They only wanna nigga when the shit is beneficial
Ye seen it coming he told me you artificial
Cut a couple ties, man I’m quick to get the scissors
Run a couple racks I had to get into my funds
Graduated nigga and I’m still going dumb
The night is still young and the money still young
I’m feeling like that nigga hundred dollars for the haircut
Went and got her nails buss
I know they can’t stand us
Foreign for the pick up
Lamborghini big truck
Sipping on a big cup
Till I get a hiccup, yeah yeah
All the shit you was talkin' don’t mean a thing to us
Girl you only came this way so the gang could fuck
When I was down on my dick you couldn’t even pick me up
They love me now so you looking like a pity fuck
Just for disguise I put the toxic in a sippy cup
She lick the dirt off my body I told her clean me up
Look at my money and it’s longer than a semi truck
Bang will use you as a range to let the semi buss
But you don’t know any better so I’ll forgive ya
With slutty niggas fuck your friend and your sister
Nigga try to rob thinking we was finna shit run
I pulled the big gun
Nigga turn into the victim
And I was still one, on them backstreets baby
I can’t ever let these goofy niggas pass me baby
I’ve been running up them checks like it’s a track meet baby
As Twig and I split the bag ‘cause I was down bad baby
Tell me where the hell was you when I was down bad baby
Split the profit with you nigga man you sound Fugazi
I was in the back seat counting the racks up baby
I would show up like you niggas but I ain’t that lazy
See I just pulled in Mercedes
They couldn’t fuck with the baby
I’m going brazy on brazy
Them niggas never could play me
She got the flower like Daisy
We got the crack like its 80s
I’m going stupid dumb crazy
Don’t even know what I’m saying
I got a ball like McGrady
I got the rings like Tom Brady
I got the Jesus to save me
You niggas fell off the wave
I just spent it today
Got it back in the day
Oh my God is so good
And this feeling is great, yeah
And I wish a nigga would like the floors
Tell me what you got I want all that in store
You got one, I got 4
You got 2, I got more
You got money? get some more
You got love? get some more
See you can laugh at a nigga
She gon laugh with a nigga
Why would I ever hate the nigga
Get the bag with the nigga
See you be trashing the nigga
I get the cash from the nigga
I got a bag full of skittles
I got the racks in the middle
If I say get ‘em they get ‘em
I put the Gucci on denim
If I get it I flip ‘em
I just keep it that simple
It get pop like a pimple
For shit as deep as a dimple
So I go pray at the temple
I’m out of breath blow the whistle yeah

Written by:
Jaylen Abanks

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