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