Тональность

Dm 

All of my diamonds VS out of Hutch and I’ll spend whatever, hmm
Maybach curtains, got cheddar, these h*es gon’ f**k for whatever, yeah
I was in Gucci and Louis and Prada, b**ch, I’ll do whatever
I hang with shooters on shooters on shooters, so it’s f**k whoever
Whatever, whatever..⑤
Whatever, whatever..⑤
Whatever, whatever, whatever, whatever
Yeah
  no b**ch
Ain’t cuffin’ no b**ch, ain’t lovin’ no b**ch
Flood on my wrist
Gun on my hip, gotta hold up my blick
While she suckin’ my deeck
Bustdown Patek, spent two hundred racks
We cool in the trap, three hundred my kit

Hundred don’t mix
I be on tip, we lit
You ain’t gang, who the f**k are you with
Ice, that’s water
Hit it with the fent’, go harder
Maybach, we ain’t pushin’ no Chargers
I go retarded
Pour up the Wock’ in pops
Love thots, I be f**kin’ on Barbies
Fly like Tha Carter
Put on that s**t, Dior, Prada, ain’t got a department
I be with Marcy
All of the shooters and trappers
And robbers and n**gas with charges
Pull up in Rolls
Open your spot and we close it
Deep dish, the Forgis on Raris

A pole in the party
Brought all my jewelry, lil’ n**ga
Got no big homie, apart
I flex for the ‘Gram
Got it off mud, no scams
Five M’s, yeah, I’m up like I’m Carti
Five bucks for the Cartis
Icy, them buffies is sparky
Pour up, got a cup full of Wocky, n**ga

All of my diamonds VS out of Hutch and I’ll spend whatever, hmm
Maybach curtains, got cheddar, these h*es gon’ f**k for whatever, yeah
I was in Gucci and Louis and Prada, b**ch, I’ll do whatever
I hang with shooters on shooters on shooters, so it’s f**k whoever
Whatever, whatever..⑤
Whatever, whatever..⑤
Whatever, whatever, whatever, whatever
Yeah

Yeah, I sip whatever
That red, that purple, that yellow, whenever, wherever
I’m stackin’ my cheddar, yeah
And I keep that stick on me like I’m a motherf**kin’ rebel
Yeah, I’m a go-getter, ayy
This b**ch poppin’ p**sy right after she pop her a Tesla
Yeah, whole ‘nother level, uh
This b**ch tryna eat me alive and you know I’ma let her

Yeah, they call me Glizock, all capital letters
Yeah, can’t go to sleep ‘less my chop on the dresser
My b**ch brung a b**ch back and told me undress her
Jesus piece on when I talk to the devil
Yeah, we buy the lean by the pint and don’t measure
Ayy, two twin Glocks like Hansel and Gretel
Drums like a rock band, this heavy metal

Young n**gas with me, they hot as a kettle
Yeah, yeah, they ’bout whatever, uh
Young n**gas with me, they hot as a kettle
Yeah, yeah, they with whatever, uh
And I got money all over my schedule, b**ch

All of my diamonds VS out of Hutch and I’ll spend whatever, hmm
Maybach curtains, got cheddar, these h*es gon’ f**k for whatever, yeah
I was in Gucci and Louis and Prada, b**ch, I’ll do whatever
I hang with shooters on shooters on shooters, so it’s f**k whoever
Whatever, whatever..⑤
Whatever, whatever..⑤
Whatever, whatever, whatever, whatever, yeah…