"SO WHAT" lyrics
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Let's go)
Yeah, yeah (Let's go)
I'm laid back, I ain't got no bitch up in my ear (Laid back)
I'm in the rear smoking gas, my vision blur (Ah)
And when you talk to me, you call me sir (Sir)
I'm in the paint so I do 'em worse, I'm clutching first (Yeah)
Yeah, she loving me, lots of drugs on me (What's up)
Bet she fuck with me, huh (Fuck with me)
Ain't dubbing me, you kidding me? (Woo)
Niggas mad, so what?
Bitches mad, so what?
Took yo' bitch, so what?
Think you tough, so what?
Niggas hoes, so what?
Standin' on my business, kid
I'm in the [?], kid, ridin' front seat
Ice on blur, two, three on my jersey (Huh)
My shot like Jordan so I'm breaking through the defense (Woo)
I feel like Sosa, baby, so you know I'm chiefin' (Sosa)
I'm in my head, don't you ever call my phone, ho (Haha)
I'm off the drugs, feelin' high, but inside I'm cold
Just let me go, fuck the cop, I just want some dough
I'm with my bitch, give her racks, give her all the clothes (Yeah)
I'm never broke, ain't no Fs, that's the way it goes (Ah)
I'm laid back, I ain't got no bitch up in my ear (Laid back)
I'm in the rear smoking gas, my vision blur (Ah)
And when you talk to me, you call me sir (Sir)
I'm in the paint so I do 'em worse, I'm clutching first (Yeah)
Yeah, she loving me, lots of drugs on me (What's up)
Bet she fuck with me, huh (Fuck with me)
Ain't dubbing me, you kidding me? (Woo)
Niggas mad, so what?
Bitches mad, so what?
Took yo' bitch, so what?
Think you tough, so what?
Niggas hoes, so what?
Standin' on my business, kid
I'm in the [?], kid, ridin' front seat
You a pussy boy (Yeah), I'm chillin' with my boys (Yeah)
We smokin' on a doint (Yeah)
I take yo' life, take yo' car, I'ma kill, boy (Come on)
I got my spanish boy (¿Que pasa?), Oscar De La Hoy (Go)
He slinging fire, slinging iron, he gon' make some noise
I got a white boy (What up?), ain't no Kid LAROI (Come on)
Straight from Illinois (Come on)
Score a shooter, boy, she a Haitian, woy (Woy)
Sak pase, my boy, what yo' problem, brodie? (Wassup?)
I'on know you, but you know me, I ain't stressin', homie (I ain't stressin' shit)
I got stonie, ain't no Ricks, I'on wear no phonies (Fuck)
I'm a soldier, I'm a shooter, bitch, I feel like Kobe (Let's go)
I'm ridin' doly on my lonely, 'cause my V is stolen (Go)
So what? So what?
So what? So what?
So what? So what? (Yeah)
So what? So what?
Yeah, yeah (Let's go)
Yeah, yeah (Let's go)
I'm laid back, I ain't got no bitch up in my ear (Laid back)
I'm in the rear smoking gas, my vision blur (Ah)
And when you talk to me, you call me sir (Sir)
I'm in the paint so I do 'em worse, I'm clutching first (Yeah)
Yeah, she loving me, lots of drugs on me (What's up)
Bet she fuck with me, huh (Fuck with me)
Ain't dubbing me, you kidding me? (Woo)
Niggas mad, so what?
Bitches mad, so what?
Took yo' bitch, so what?
Think you tough, so what?
Niggas hoes, so what?
Standin' on my business, kid
I'm in the [?], kid, ridin' front seat
Ice on blur, two, three on my jersey (Huh)
My shot like Jordan so I'm breaking through the defense (Woo)
I feel like Sosa, baby, so you know I'm chiefin' (Sosa)
I'm in my head, don't you ever call my phone, ho (Haha)
I'm off the drugs, feelin' high, but inside I'm cold
Just let me go, fuck the cop, I just want some dough
I'm with my bitch, give her racks, give her all the clothes (Yeah)
I'm never broke, ain't no Fs, that's the way it goes (Ah)
I'm laid back, I ain't got no bitch up in my ear (Laid back)
I'm in the rear smoking gas, my vision blur (Ah)
And when you talk to me, you call me sir (Sir)
I'm in the paint so I do 'em worse, I'm clutching first (Yeah)
Yeah, she loving me, lots of drugs on me (What's up)
Bet she fuck with me, huh (Fuck with me)
Ain't dubbing me, you kidding me? (Woo)
Niggas mad, so what?
Bitches mad, so what?
Took yo' bitch, so what?
Think you tough, so what?
Niggas hoes, so what?
Standin' on my business, kid
I'm in the [?], kid, ridin' front seat
You a pussy boy (Yeah), I'm chillin' with my boys (Yeah)
We smokin' on a doint (Yeah)
I take yo' life, take yo' car, I'ma kill, boy (Come on)
I got my spanish boy (¿Que pasa?), Oscar De La Hoy (Go)
He slinging fire, slinging iron, he gon' make some noise
I got a white boy (What up?), ain't no Kid LAROI (Come on)
Straight from Illinois (Come on)
Score a shooter, boy, she a Haitian, woy (Woy)
Sak pase, my boy, what yo' problem, brodie? (Wassup?)
I'on know you, but you know me, I ain't stressin', homie (I ain't stressin' shit)
I got stonie, ain't no Ricks, I'on wear no phonies (Fuck)
I'm a soldier, I'm a shooter, bitch, I feel like Kobe (Let's go)
I'm ridin' doly on my lonely, 'cause my V is stolen (Go)
So what? So what?
So what? So what?
So what? So what? (Yeah)
So what? So what?
