Lyrics : Kato/Jarren Benton/Sy Ari Da Kid
Music : Jarren Benton
I'm like whatever
We like whatever
(K-K-Kato on the track, mother****ers)
She like whatever
I say wherever, however, whatever
I'm like wherever, however, whatever
We like wherever, however, whatever
She like wherever, however, whatever
I say wherever, however, whatever
Pull up on a mother****er for that money like, wherever
Pull up on your mother****er only for the night, however
We can shoot it out, we can fight mother****ers, whatever
Wherever, however, whatever
Okay, I'm back like fat mother****ers at a buffet
My God, Mister Benton, you're the shit I must say
Kill them all and then I peel off in the Mustang
Mother****ers ain't shit but a toilet bowl stain
Death to the label, disappointing y'all lames
Mother****ers an AK, I'll probably stick a fork in yo brains
Excuse me, mother****ers, while I powder my nose
While I'm gone tell the bartender "bring more drinks"
Bullshit walks, the money talks
After I hit the mother****er, ho, you have a funny walk
I ain't your average mother****er with a gun and malt liquor
Hit a mother****er, like a thunderbolt
I'm not a human being, I'm a poltergeist
Shoot a mother****er, pop a wheelie on a motorbike
That mother****er said you couldn't poke her right
So she lay the poker face, like it's poker night
I can't turnt down
Loud, got my head spinning like a turnstile
Let the booth on fire, let the mother****er burn down
Get it ho mother****ers, while the mother****er perm out
My mother****ers on drugs, liquor, syrup and dust
Remember? Mother****ers never loved us
It's the nine-five-three-six, mother****ers get bucked
Throw a chair at a mother****er, tear the club up
I'm like wherever, however, whatever
We like wherever, however, whatever
She like wherever, however, whatever
I say wherever, however, whatever
Pull up on a mother****er for that money like, wherever
Pull up on your mother****er only for the night, however
We can shoot it out, we can fight mother****ers, whatever
Wherever, however, whatever
Okay, it's whatever, mother****ers, it can get ugly
Pull up in yo hood in a ****ing dune buggy
Knock the horse off yo polo bugby
Couple screws loose, mother****ers, I'm so nutty
Ya, ditch digga for a mother****ing snicka
Mother****ers around and get disfigured
Get witter if I mix liquor
Throwing deuces at a whore if she's not a mother****ing licker
Sipping 1800 Silver
Mother****ers ****ing better get familiar, Imma kill for my la familia
Put them in a trunk, blood in my interior
Bullets ring out, like I'm out in Syria
East side, 'til I'm floating in the deep sea
Pull up in a mother****er, get to praying, like B street
Throw a rapper off of high flights, watch his body fly
His body parts flip apart down of Fleet Street
Let a mark try me like Dej Loaf
Turn his mother****ing brains in to egg yolk
Yeah, ho, you the type to let the feds know
Surrounded by a bunch of snake mother****ers like Destro
My mother****ers on drugs, liquor, syrup and dust
Remember? Mother****ers never loved us
It's the nine-five-three-six, mother****ers get bucked
Throw a chair at a mother****er, tear the club up
I'm like wherever, however, whatever
We like wherever, however, whatever
She like wherever, however, whatever
I say wherever, however, whatever
Pull up on a mother****er for that money like, wherever
Pull up on your mother****er only for the night, however
We can shoot it out, we can fight mother****ers, whatever
Wherever, however, whatever