Digga D - Chingy (It’s Whatever) Lyrics

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