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Whatever U Is (feat. Shoreline Mafia)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
1TakeJay
1TakeJay
Vocals
Fenix Flexin
Fenix Flexin
Vocals
OhGeesy
OhGeesy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alejandro Carranza
Alejandro Carranza
Songwriter
Angelo Johnson
Angelo Johnson
Songwriter
Bruce Lenard Johnson Jr
Bruce Lenard Johnson Jr
Songwriter
Jachin Deshawn Jenkins
Jachin Deshawn Jenkins
Songwriter
Jeff Turner II
Jeff Turner II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
AceTheFace
AceTheFace
Producer
Bruce24k
Bruce24k
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
AceTheFace, why you cookin' up like that?
Pull some of that bass out, Bruce
Wait, hol' up, I'm finna turn this bitch up
[Chorus]
I'm two times whatever your **** is, I'm the one
Somethin' wrong with you, you ain't feelin' me
On every bitch hit-list, that's what I'm finna be
You ain't got no dead presidents, you ain't killin' me
I'd rather be broke, not fake
Food on my plate
Before I take a bitch on a date
If you ain't tryna pay, I'm straight
Come on, don't play
I don't know if you got what it take
[Verse 1]
I ain't answering calls, too many **** fake, don't hate
You good if you stay out the way (Stay out the way)
Point blank range, hit a fuck **** in his face
You don't dance? I'ma make a **** Harlem Shake
**** ain't think I'd make it (I'd make it)
Hoes said I was too basic (Too basic), bitch, stop hatin'
'Cause talk is cheap and all you do is pop hot grease like bacon
She ran from the dick, but I ain't into chasin' (I ain't into chasin')
He tryna shake hands, but I ain't into fakin' (I ain't into fakin')
Black whip, black tint like a racist (Like a racist)
What bitch I ain't fuck? ****, name it
[Chorus]
I'm two times whatever your **** is, I'm the one
Somethin' wrong with you, you ain't feelin' me
On every bitch hit-list, that's what I'm finna be
You ain't got no dead presidents, you ain't killin' me
I'd rather be broke, not fake
Food on my plate
Before I take a bitch on a date
If you ain't tryna pay, I'm straight
Come on, don't play
I don't know if you got what it take
[Verse 2]
Ayy, ayy, dead presidents, ****, hunduns (Hunduns)
**** try to rob me, he got the wrong one (He got the wrong one), ayy
Thirty-eight, that's the wrong gun (That's the wrong gun)
I got a big four-fifth, he don't want none (Chopper on me)
I got a big ass dick, she don't want none (She don't want none)
I got a big ass clip, he don't want none (He don't want none)
I'ma shoot this bitch up, he try to poke somethin' (Try to poke somethin')
I got a bad lil' bitch, she finna throw somethin' (Throw somethin')
I got a bag full of Cookies, finna smoke somethin' (Smoke it)
Five thousand, all ones, finna throw somethin' (Throw it)
He a broke ass **** tryna hold somethin' (Tryna hold it)
**** play around with me, I'm finna blow somethin' (Blow it), ayy
Long clip, that bitch hangin' out (That bitch hangin' out)
If we fuckin' first night, we ain't hangin' out (We ain't hangin' out)
Yeah, I'm coolin' with my ****, boy, we gangin' out (Gangin' out)
Fifty thousand on that road, that's that paper route, ****
[Chorus]
I'm two times whatever your **** is, I'm the one
Somethin' wrong with you, you ain't feelin' me
On every bitch hit-list, that's what I'm finna be
You ain't got no dead presidents, you ain't killin' me
I'd rather be broke, not fake
Food on my plate
Before I take a bitch on a date
If you ain't tryna pay, I'm straight
Come on, don't play
I don't know if you got what it take
[Verse 3]
Do you got what it take?
You a ho, bust dates
Can you stay in your place?
She want dick in her mouth
Call that ho fuckface
Got it tucked on my waist
Hope my **** beat that case
Bitch, I'm crack, freebase
Free that young **** Base
Just a young ****, bae
I'm just a young ****, bae, ayy
I'm just a young ****, bae, ayy
Young **** trippin'
And my 40 got extension
304's what I'm pimpin'
I don't do no slippin'
Big MAC what I'm grippin'
Big ass, and I'm hittin'
**** know the business
Hundred deep with my ****
In the VIP with some killers
Hoes wanna fuck me 'cause they know I'm the realest
I ain't cappin', boy, I came from drug dealin'
[Chorus]
I'm two times whatever your **** is, I'm the one
Somethin' wrong with you, you ain't feelin' me
On every bitch hit-list, that's what I'm finna be
You ain't got no dead presidents, you ain't killin' me
I'd rather be broke, not fake
Food on my plate
Before I take a bitch on a date
If you ain't tryna pay, I'm straight
Come on, don't play
I don't know if you got what it take
Written by: Alejandro Carranza, Angelo Johnson, Bruce Lenard Johnson Jr, Jachin Deshawn Jenkins, Jeff Turner II
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