Sayin' Whatever

[Chorus: Buddy] And we just sayin' whatever And we just sayin' whatever, boy And we just sayin' whatever And we just sayin' whatever, boy [Verse 1: Buddy] It's the BU-double-double, so you know you're in trouble Nothing subtle, I'm a rebel, flow is water Watch me kettle, I put the barrel to your finger Then I call it bloody knuckles And I'm hungry, so I eat you like you Ruffles Then I chuckle, I'm Ballin' on you suckas, neva have to call it fumble Never stumble, neva tumble, if you want to, we can rumble I'm underneath the water snorkelin' Y'all snugglin', sippin' on a bubbly because I'm finally bubblin' Oops, I didn't mean to rub it in, y'all strugglin' All my money doubling, I'm flyin' out to Dublin We comin' in and stuntin' it and doin' it right in front of em Rollin' another blunt and then blowin' smoke like the government Uh, simmer down, homie, I ain't the one Roll a pound, of the loud by the mouth to the sun Hot, back back, matter fact, back down Backpack, full of cash, till I put the bag down Gimme all that [Chorus: Buddy] And we just sayin' whatever And we just sayin' whatever, boy And we just sayin' whatever And we just sayin' whatever, boy [Verse 2: Asher Roth] It's that A-S-H-E-R-O, arrows to the apple Tackle apples, by the Adam's apple, grapple Wanna wrestle, in the back yard of my backyard Master of the atar Head be turning faster, when we pass em, buy a fast car Small margin of error, mind over matter Mirror images of each other, cousins, brothers and lovers Hiding under covers, like we some thunder buddys or sum' Thumpin', bumpin', jumpin' up for a hug One in the oven, husbands bummin' Cause they got handcuffed, to the rug? I be fuckin', gettin' drunk, fuckin' bitches doin' drugs On some hungry hungry hippo, get a grip Keep it simple, wrinkle, that's a nipple Let it slip, size of a nickle No fives, go fish, blow chips, on some oh shit Goin' slower than a bower, lower onto both lips Oh, shit, girls go 'grose, he's so hipster' Holla at yo sister, listen to miss, mister Christal Billy film me, the Beverly Hills Illest Billy, be really still, killer kills Heel of Achiles, is real as Philly's, Gillie the Kid Get fortunate, portion unproportional Of course, I'm never forcing it Get my fortune, from the fortune cooks Good looks, shook tooks, plus this You know any good books Cuz I might adopt a dog, and that bitch say he's cornpop Pass the popcorn, in the dorm, hit the porn shop Pork chop, course four, pour many more shots Warn shots, comin' for your door, through a shortcut War Sucks, poor sport, tore polar vortex Working on my car, when I force, more more flex More checks, more sex, much more re-spect C-sects, X-X-L, like he next Please B, I been on, head on and head strong Put a hundred and ten percent, on everything I get