Whatever Lyrics

Whatever lyrics

f/ Fiend, Mr. Serv-On, Triple 6 Mafia



[Fiend]

Ahh I'm just doing what the drug dealers do

Makin money and smokin weed with my thug nigga crew

C'Mon I'm just doing what the drug dealers do

Makin money and smokin weed with my thug nigga crew

Ya heard me!??



[Mr. Serv-On]

I got pimps lined up saying the love my game

I got bitches screaming out the gate, hey baby my name

I can't bust for nothing, I can't fight with no ho

I got 10,000 project niggaz rushin my show

Pushin side to side, if they feel what I say

If you scared of real niggaz get the fuck out the way

Never lovin no bitch, I won't live cause I'm rich

3rd ward I represent, yea I'm bleedin for this

I wear my tank with pride, ain't no peace in my eyes

Say the wrong thang promise silly bitch you gon' die

Never fuck with troubles, couldn't run from cowards

Tre 6 ya heard.......the world is ours



[Chorus repeat 2x: Fiend & DJ Paul]

Ahh I'm just doing what the drug dealers do

(It's whatever nigga, it's whatever)

Makin money and smokin weed with my thug nigga crew

(It's whatever nigga, it's whatever)

C'Mon I'm just doing what the drug dealers do

(It's whatever nigga, it's whatever)

Makin money and smokin weed with my thug nigga crew

(It's whatever nigga, it's whatever)

Ya heard me!??



[DJ Paul]

Until I croak, I'm hollerin' don't fuck with my click

It's Hypnotize but I fuss with no cowards bitch

These words that out my mouth, from my heart they come

I cuss bitches with my auto P-90 gun

I cock back and got niggaz like on the run

It's no release on the trigga to job is done

Off in my cooler, bitch, the coward has got no place

We fire shots from a Navi off in ya place

*Blah Blah*



[Juicy J]

We got this whole town killin, M-Town figures

Hooked up with these fools from New Orleans now we bigger

Droppin off them kizy, them junkies yellin pleasy

Can I get it hit before I put ya block on freezy

I told that fuckin junkie, with his nose a runny

Get the fuck up out my face I'm going to make this money

And since I'm always stressin, I keep a smith-n-wessen

I looked em in the face before I put 2 in his chesta



[Chorus repeat 2x: Fiend & DJ Paul]

Ahh I'm just doing what the drug dealers do

(It's whatever nigga, it's whatever)

Makin money and smokin weed with my thug nigga crew

(It's whatever nigga, it's whatever)

C'Mon I'm just doing what the drug dealers do

(It's whatever nigga, it's whatever)

Makin money and smokin weed with my thug nigga crew

(It's whatever nigga, it's whatever)

Ya heard me!??



[Weebie]

I fuck with these thug niggaz, just not givin a fuck nigga

Get lower then a mug nigga, send something through ya jug nigga

Runnin up ya street shootin, shit thats hittin ya dick

Weebie and Three 6 nigga I know ya lovin this shit

Ghetto Platinum certified I die and ride for it

See these hoes that think they wet and don't get it they cry for it

See I gave it to them anyways, I fuck these hoes in many ways

I'm off the block, I'm sizzlin' hot, so hot so many days

Serv-On with 6 shot, with Fiend, ya popped now

We got it on lockdown, we never gon' stop now

Love it or leave it baby cause Weebie gon' set it off

Hatin' on Ghetto Platinum, the trigger I'ma let it off



[Chorus 2x]