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IIIF/WHENEVER
Hip-Hop/Rap
IIIF/WHENEVER was released on December 16, 2025 by PHNTMSOUND™ as a part of the album SEVENTEEN FVR
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Release DateDecember 16, 2025
LabelPHNTMSOUND™
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM140

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
WallyPhantom
WallyPhantom
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wallace Worthey
Wallace Worthey
Lyrics, Composer
spinplate
spinplate
Beat Maker
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
WallyPhantom
WallyPhantom
Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer
spinplate
spinplate
Sound Design, Executive Producer
Synthetic
Synthetic
Sound Design

Lyrics

Spin the plate, me and Dani spun the plate on this mixtape)
Hopefully one day I get rich and famous so I have an excuse to sit up in this mansion
But if and whenever it happen I need me somebody that don’t want my bands and shit
I need somebody that can understand me
I need me somebody that can really handle me
Somebody to cheer me on if and whenever I fuck 'round and get me a Grammy
A Mrs. in front of my phantom
She wanna make me pour 4s in this Fanta
Tell her ex **** go and get his bands up
Ain’t no 'holla back though
She wanna party in Turks and Caicos
I’m spending all my pesos
Now she throwing ass where the Draco at
I take her from her boo she ain't never go back
I'm her new pitcher with a baseball bat
Flo Milli shit, I'm feeling so conceited
She got me in contacts as Michael Jackson
And when she call me, I pull up and I beat it
I walk in the room and I'm seeing her cleavage
And she don’t want no other **** seeing
I’m digging on shawty and her lil demeanor
Her face and her body and all of her features
I love it, I love it. I need me a liter
She need her a eater
This beat need a beater
Can’t hop in this whip, **** this a 2 seater
I’m killing the game with his bitch in the bleachers
How I’m 'post to retire when **** need a teacher?
(I mean, if shawty show me love, then that make her a keeper)
(I ain’t think it was nobody out here for me but, babygirl turned me to a believer)
She woke up with me I gave her my t-shirt
I'm closing the curtains, no time for no peepers
One fourty three, send it straight to your beeper
Put stripes on your cash, it ain’t made by Adidas
Put stripes on your bag, we 'gon call it a zebra
Whenever I’m in it she call me the reaper
I’m sick of the waiting, girl, I’m tryna see ya
I’m not into zodiacs, are you a Libra?
If anyone touch her, then I get to tweakin'
She high all the time, my lil baby a geeker
And it's fuck all of our exes, we block and delete 'em
Was fuckin' on Tasha, was fuckin' on Keisha
But now I want you, and I’m sick of the secrets
Forget being private
I want 'em to see us
Written by: Wallace Worthey
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