Chingy (It's Whatever)

Album: single release only (2020)
  • 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 (duh)
    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 Astra
    Five man dash back, might be a hashtag
    Lay low, bro just chinged up Fredo
    Yo, I really wanna kill this gasbag
    I told little stizzy to go be the lookout (go look, go 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 (boop-boop)

    See a opp right thurr
    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 'bout
    One hand in, can't get the left leg out
    They're drawing me in, they don't want me to step out
    Wait, that's him, I swear? (What?)
    Where? Right thurr (oh, yeah)
    Jump out, try put him in a coffin
    Hop back in and swerve
    Where's my yat? (Where's my yat?)
    I'm burst (yeah, yeah)
    Last night was a blur (blur)
    Pree the watch (bling), burr (bling)
    I'm about to go clear (boop-boop)

    See a opp right thurr
    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"
    It's whatever, it's whatever, it's whatever
    It's whatever, it's whatever, it's whatever Writer/s: Rhys Herbert
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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