Chingy (It’s Whatever)

Ayy, back your bro, don't spectate

He watched when I digged at his best mate's chestplate

White tent wanna lock off that estate

I bet say if corn get fling, that's red tape (yeah)

Violent, violent, let man tone it

I had shh and that like "Where's my waps?"

Duh, course I stole it

She chat too much, made a next one hold it (haha)

Told them "Don't get comfy"

And go go bruck that dots, had her back bit open

Left in the ring, now the sweets dem swollen

Now I'm rolling, handgun, shots golden

Five door hatchback, lurk in the-

Five man dash back, might be a hashtag

Lay low, bro just chinged up-

Yo, I really wanna k- this gasbag

I told little stizzy to go be the lookout (look)

Cah I ain't tryna lose this telly

Ask Unknown T, my celly

If I had my man lookin' like Nelly

I chinged my man on house block four

Turn that wing to a Hotspur (done him up)

No Tottenham but it came from a farm

Same size as my arm, it's a Mossberg

See a opp right there

And get chingy, chingy, chingy (don't leave him)

My gun dem with me, my gun den fi me

Give me my thingy and let me get flingy (yeah)

Ya see it? Ya see me? (Yeah)

We got a big dilemma

Bait main road, bro don't know better

Looked at bro like, "It's whatever, it's whatever, it's whatever"

He let that go like, "It's whatever, it's whatever, it's whatever"

Bait main road like, "It's whatever, it's whatever, it's whatever"

It's whatever, it's whatever, it's whatever

Yo, whatever the weather, I'm steppin' whenever

I'm madder than ever

Ruin his sweater, put two in the 'Retta

They're copying me 'cause I'm doing it better

Left my block with a pum pum revver

Can't come Aitch or the killy dem dead up

One hand in, can't get their left leg up

They're drawing me in, they don't want me to step out

Wait, that's him, I swear? (What?)