Lyrics Gudda Gudda – Whatever You Do
Text:
Break down that swisher and fill it up, put the lean in your drink and grab a cup
This shit is strictly for my drinkers and my smokers
Rolling that dank up and all my niggas that sipping and drink up, yeah.
Catch me on cloud 9, stuff on cup in my right, hand
Can shorten my lifespan.
And then I tell em, I’m just a fellow that’s living his life, man
So leave me alone, and let’s get it on, and we gonna live it up tonight.
Fam damn right, call them ladies, and tell em to bring a friend
No need for keys tonight, cause when they get here
We gonn break em in, beg me to end
Cause that’s what we do, young money baby, the nastiest crew
And when we get finished with them tonight
We gonn get high cause we living life.
It’s all our making in the max, twisting up a bum,
Take a sip and just relax into
Whether you sip sprite different flavors do
Whether you smoke ice and cause them papers do.
I swear until this world is over, you’ll never catch me sober
If you keeping do what you supposed to do
When you out in fly you gotta keep the strap
Man I swear I’m high enough to get Jesus debt.
Oh, I’m drinking till I’m up up and away
And I’m smoking the day, weaving through traffic please get the fuck out my way
Thick red bone, that’s my shotgun passenger
So I gave my passenger a shotgun then I passed the blunt.
Yeah, same shit it’s just a different day
Get up to the crib and then I hit in 10 different ways
I’m feeling like the shit today, snap back with the sickest jay
Got all the bitches running to the MC when I tell em walk this way
And I swear my words fly as a bird cause I be getting high all day
Cadillac truck with the wood grain wheel,
I’m just living life today, smoking, choking, pouring up the purple potion,
I be getting high all day.
It’s all our making in the max, twisting up a bum,
Take a sip and just relax into
Whether you sip sprite different flavors do
Whether you smoke ice and cause them papers do.
I swear until this world is over, you’ll never catch me sober
If you keeping do what you supposed to do.
When you out in fly you gotta keep the strap
Man I swear I’m high enough to get Jesus debt.
Yeah, I hear that money calling me, and when I leave to get that money
All them bitches follow me
My bitch smoking that good, yeah we call that shit that molly weed
Smoking till we choking, and our eyes look like they start to bleed
Don’t fuck with that reggie dirt, sticks and shit with all them seeds
And I’m so high I can’t see straight, and I can’t even parallel poke my v
All I see is money so I block out all you haters
I’m a cop me a new crib, on the water with no labors
And I own a jewelry box, filled with chains in different flavors yeah
Fresh pair of ans and a polo t, never catch me in them gators
And I’m waving while I’m passing like maino, say hi to the haters
While my bitch roll in the zone up
Sip like full of flavors.
It’s all our making in the max, twisting up a bum,
Take a sip and just relax into
Whether you sip sprite different flavors do
Whether you smoke ice and cause them papers do.
I swear until this world is over, you’ll never catch me sober
If you keeping do what you supposed to do
When you out in fly you gotta keep the strap
Man I swear I’m high enough to get Jesus debt.
Album
Gudda Gudda – Guddaville 3
