Whatever

Big Tymers

Miscellaneous

Whatever

(feat. Cadillac, Stone)

[Baby]

Baller Blockin'

Nigga I don't give a fuck

When it's on, it's on

We got Baby, Lac and Stone

In this bitch

I'm a neighborhood superstar

I'll cook anything from a ki of coke

To a gram of that boyd

Niggas scoring glocks

Like brand new Hot Boy Reeboks

On my blocks stepping 'em up

With grams and rocks

If anything been scoring from me

It was ten a ki

I let my l'il round hustle

As long as they score for me

[Lac]

Look if I pull up on the block

Knowing the set was mine

No more hand-to-hand contact

I'm known for supplying

Since I opened up this set 'chere

This how it's gon' be

Ain't nobody selling shit nigga

Unless it's for me

[Baby]

All I know is crack slanging and block hanging

On the corner [in] front the store

Doing my thang

These niggas know my game

How I do my thang

Water whip I can't do

But whole thangs I slang

[Lac]

Now I'ma pay all my foot soldiers

And tell 'em stay focused

And front all the street hustlers

And keeping 'em posted

That white and that blue car

We call 'em the law

And the dirt that my niggas do

Is done in the dark

[Baby]

Got l'il whodie running water

And we 'bout to cook these quarters

The twenty under the seat

For my son and my daughter

The water hot enough

Start cooking these quarters

These niggas want it hard

And I understand

[Lac]

If I pull up dressed in all black

With a boot in my mouth

Cause a nigga didn't pay 'Lac

And I know that he sold out

Put something in my street sweeper

And run in his house

Knock a hole up out his pa chest

And a tongue out his ma mouth

[Baby]

A ki stashed up

And I'm gettin' 'em all

I got a stash put up

For the drought in the fall

[Stone]

Hot Boys vacating the pop

Talk can back shit up

The Feds call my 'hood a Payday

Cuz it's packed with nuts

Ghetto rich money stashed

In the mansions bruh

I got them kis