Whatever For It lyrics

[Intro: Rylo Rodriguez]
Sweep
We ain't slurring, yeah, we don't fall far for them geeks, yeah
Lil' mama geeking, saying she don't steal clothes
Say she a hood b*tch, she don't even steal clothes
How the f*ck is you a hood b*tch and don't even steal clothes?
Talking 'bout a conversation but she real though
We gonna get this money either way it go (They thought it was sweet)
Either way it go, yeah

[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez & NoCap]
Two thirty, we watching out for the sweep
Don't say who murdered, gotta keep that sh*t in the streets
n*ggas still making statuses, yeah, they real hoes (They real hoes)
How the f*ck is you a hood b*tch and you don't steal clothes?
Fell in love with that money, we do whatever for it
We gon' die 'bout that money, I gotta let 'em know it
b*tch, you reach for my jewelry, it's consequences for it
I'ma empty that thirty, Rylo shoot thirty more

[Verse 1: NoCap & Rylo Rodriguez]
Know that I'm f*cked, she keep looking at my Rolex
When I'm in the street, we got signs up like we protest
Got her pus*y, I'ma get in on the first week
Two hundred for the pus*y, lil' b*tch was dirt cheap
Making boss moves like I'm NoCap that's on GP (That's on General Person)
Free my n*ggas tryna phone home like they ET
If twelve pull up, then we running, you know we got it on us
I'm popping percs every minute, I'm tryna feel the moment
All this ice on my wrist, I'll probably catch pneumonia
Do this sh*t for Trayvon, lean in my Arizona
And I ain't mean for it to be this way
I just wish that Fred and High was here to see me today
Wish they could see me today
[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez & NoCap]
Two thirty, we watching out for the sweep
Don't say who murdered, gotta keep that sh*t in the streets
n*ggas still making statuses, yeah, they real hoes (They real hoes)
How the f*ck is you a hood b*tch and you don't steal clothes?
Fell in love with that money, we do whatever for it
We gon' die 'bout that money, I gotta let 'em know it
b*tch, you reach for my jewelry, it's consequences for it
I'ma empty that thirty, Rylo shoot thirty more

[Verse 2: Rylo Rodriguez & NoCap]
Coming straight up out them projects like I'm Jay Black
Country boy like to hoop, he hit 'em with a shake sack
When my day one died, wish I could've told him shake back
Put my di*k head in the b*tch, couldn't even take that
Peyton Manning, making racks off every play
Put that sh*t on, now I'm having my way
I couldn't afford the drop, so I bought another watch
I told her come with her friend 'cause she couldn’t afford to watch
Back and forth on the internet, that's what hoes do
Golden child of the backend, let your ho chose
I'ma take the struggle, put it all on Pro Tools
Remember hearing mama crying 'cause she know the rent due
Going pass these n*ggas like I'm John wall
Balling with my bros like I'm Lonzo Ball
Hellcat but she know I'm a big dawg
She f*cked me for a hundred dollar pair of kicks, dawg
[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez & NoCap]
Two thirty, we watching out for the sweep
Don't say who murdered, gotta keep that sh*t in the streets
n*ggas still making statuses, yeah, they real hoes (They real hoes)
How the f*ck is you a hood b*tch and you don't steal clothes?
Fell in love with that money, we do whatever for it
We gon' die 'bout that money, I gotta let 'em know it
b*tch, you reach for my jewelry, it's consequences for it
I'ma empty that thirty, Rylo shoot thirty more