Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Whatever Come With It , by - BIG30Release date: 01.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Whatever Come With It |
| Future Hendrix, 30 |
| Whatever come with it |
| Oh, yeah, oh, yeah |
| Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd (Big Blrrrd) |
| When gangster shit pop out, most of you niggas don’t get into that |
| Can’t post on my block, meal rinse, how that where they sendin' at? |
| (They killin' it) |
| Catch me by myself, skinny jeans, forty racks, a fitted hat |
| And we gon' come through first, me and my niggas don’t do spinnin' back (At all) |
| Ain’t no understandin' that not all of them kills they overstood |
| Slidin' down, one deep, stand over him like a hoverboard |
| These rappers be lame and they ain’t street, talkin' 'bout they close to hood |
| WO8, whacked on the ride, you know we overdo it (It's murder) |
| Blrrrd, talkin' 'bout a no-show in the city (Where?) |
| I’m tryna kill a nigga, so they gotta give me fifty (On God) |
| Just got off the phone with Shiest', he told me, «They tryna get me» |
| (Real Shiest') |
| And the feds don’t know nothin', he said, «Them folks handin' out digits» |
| Damn, them folks really tryna get me |
| I gotta move strategic, can’t get knocked up off my pimpin' |
| Know until my heart stop, BIG30 gon' handle business |
| Put this shit up on my back, takin' whatever that come with it |
| That gangster shit pop off, don’t get into that |
| We not the ones runnin' to the Internet |
| Whatever come with it, whatever come with it |
| You ain’t sellin' dope or slimin' shit out, you ain’t my twin |
| Hate it gotta be like this, that’s just how I see it |
| Came up real treacherous, heart on freeze |
| Run off with my liberty, rollin' with my demons |
| Seen a lot of hurt, get high and pray to the dead |
| Richer than Mustafa, but I made it out the jungle (Yeah) |
| Go against, it get you lined up, in the gutter in designer (Yeah) |
| For my brothers, I’ll take a gamble, put your friends out on camera (Pluto) |
| Tote a fully auto, everywhere I’m drippin' up the park |
| Had exotic bitches by the dozen, can’t never miss a loss |
| She don’t talk more than two languages, she not the one (Not) |
| Real diamonds on me, you can see it hittin' from afar |
| I was street wrappin' up bales, now I rap sellin' out the shows |
| It’s hard to relate to niggas who never killed nothin' before (Show) |
| Takin' this pain with me everywhere I go around the globe |
| Sixteen zips on me, got my cup in this load |
| Whatever came with the blood on the money (Came with the blood) |
| Fuck all this fame, niggas see it any morning (Fuck all this fame) |
| Have to keep that flame if a nigga try to harm me (Hoo) |
| Get the location on your opps, throw them a party |