JID, Tylon Matthews - Whatever lyrics

Let's celebrate let's celebrate
A chicken birthday, a chicken birthday
Let's have a bo'party, a bo'party, a bo'party
Let's have a birthday
Let's have another birthday
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Check, check, check, check
Check, check, check, check one twice JI uh

Pussy nigga proceed with precuation
I don't even want you in my orbit
Yeah I got the hand but I
Really hate to force it
JID don't take no shit, I'm not a toliet
More like the target
I spill, I spill, I spill i fuckin' faucet
Force feed the truth hear voices
Tryna get a trophy over my
Head I can hoist it
Be inside trapped by this pink pussy poison
Oh lord speak to me I hear you real noisy
I'm smoking my weed I can't stop I enjoys it
Smoking out the room of course
They would call it poison long fucking story
Anyway shawty say get money
The bitches are comin she never lie
Behind a great man's a bad
Bitch rollin her eyes
Snappin her fingers givin me 'tude
She hella rude but it's cool jID

Now it's been a minute and
I ain't speak to you
I see your ass whenever you call
But when I don't see you
I know your doing good
I'm on whatever you ever you
I'm on whatever you on
I'm on whatever you ever you
I'm on whatever you on, on
I'm on whatever you on yeah
I'm on whatever you ever you
I'm on whatever you on
I'm on whatever ever you

Pussy ass nigga I don't know what to tell you
All I can say is I've
Never been a motherfuckin' failure
Used to be a football player never
Went on to the NFL
No pressure bitch because I'm
Barely five sev' a buck 40 soakin' wet
Fast but I smoke too many blunts
To try and hit LeGarrette Blount
Pussy boy dunce
They bumpin' our shit in fronts
You talkin' special teams go
And cover some punts you niggas cunts
I guess it's kinda cliche that
You only live once but I'm reincarnated
Double play cause the pavement with Cartiers
Star blazing take the bump off
The cross of your necklace take a shot too
Moonshinin' it's all cool
Go and pick your girl up
It's a threesome in the carpool
Swaggin' in her ear that bitch
Cummin' on the bar stool
Given that bitch lower then the
Bar this is law school
Please remove your bra and your shwawl too
Haha

I'm goodie like Cujo but my name ain't Boris
Give your girl a chestnut but
My name ain't Morris
Y'all ain't none of my brothers
Shit I got enough of them
Couple associates, friends
You don't fuck with me fuck em
A lot of rappers not even cuttin' the mustard
More like cuttin' the cheese
Cut them down to they knees
They eye level with my niece
Dome shots say please okay squeeze then
Leave with your girl make her queef
Sheesh I'm the underwater hotel
Fiji eating fried zucchini
You keep me playin' my leading ladies say
JID just want the whole meeting
Meaning up with a kiwi
She freaky so she get me up
Get her off then get shit off nasty

Ahh make it real, make it real
Make it real, make it real nasty
I make it real ah
Make it real, make it real nasty
Make it real, make it real
Make it real, make it real ah

Now it's been a minute and
I ain't speak to you
I see your ass whenever you call
But when I don't see you
I know your doing good
I'm on whatever you ever you
I'm on whatever you on
I'm on whatever you ever you
I'm on whatever you on, on
I'm on whatever you on