Whats Happening lyrics

[Intro:]
Yow
Yow
n*ggas on some cold sh*t

[Chorus:]
What’s happening (waddup), waddup bro (waddup)
What’s happening (waddup), waddup hoe
What’s happening (waddup), waddup bro (waddup)
What’s happening (waddup), waddup hoe
What’s happening (waddup), waddup bro (waddup)
What’s happening (waddup), waddup hoe
What’s happening (waddup), waddup bro (waddup)
When a n*gga slidin I’m like waddup hoe

[Verse 1:]
They be like “Smooth”, I’m like “Yea that’s me”
Same ol’ n*gga from hundred an three (yea)
Ain’t nuttin changed but d shoes on ma feet
An d way dat I flow when I’m cruisin d beat
Wake dem n*ggas up cause I know they asleep
Yo b*tch be flippin I know she a freak
I don’t wanna f*ck if I know I can beat em
Sippin on d lace so I’m fallin asleep (ha!)
Same n*gga, same zip code
Still ain’t no thug but a n*gga tryna tip round
Cause every gangs you got n*ggas gettin chip mode
So I jus went an got a b*tch strapped from ma bigelow
Ni-n*ggas ain’t even gon’ get close (no!)
So I jus stay shaded like d windows
Ni-n*gga had to switch up d whip
An nobody get a stash spot jus to hold a extra clip (ha)
They like “Smooth why you do it to em?” (do what)
I’m like I ain’t do sh*t but I can if they want me to prove it to em (b*tch)
Gotta live a butt a bullsh*t but that don’t mean no young n*gga cannot stay wid a full clip
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[Verse 2:]
Look I’ll stay on chill sh*t, next year me a melt it
Got verses like Bibles, I thank God I’m gifted (thank God)
Kush by the acre, I wake her an bake her
She licked it, I twist it tornado, yea (yea)
4 in ma whip I put 4 in ma drink
If it’s 4 in the clip I put 4 where you think?! (yea)
f*ckin these hoes they don’t sleep, I sell dreams (no)
Shows overseas I get money that’s not green (whatev)
I been, around d world (literally)
Tried out a hundred flows (lyrically)
Ran through a hundred hoes (physically)
Some friends turn into foes (enemies)
Ha!

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[Verse 3:]
Look, alot a n*ggas lame an I swear to God
Claim to be real but they really fraud (fraud)
sh*t don’t seem even man these n*ggas out (f*ck it)
I jus keep ma distance an get on ma job
Look, oh what you mad cause I’m stylin on ya?
Got a New York b*tch an I’m from California
D homie copped a foreign but he really d owner
An I’m really from d hood, d homies are roun d corner
Ugh, fly n*gga do fly sh*t, wit d same n*ggas I get high wit
Dem d same n*ggas I ride wit
Same n*ggas I fight wit
Prob’ly d same n*ggas that I die wit (fa real)
To keep dis sh*t G ma n*gga I’m jus tryna get ma paper up
Countin paper till ma fingers get paper cuts
D gunshots had to wake em up (brah, brah, brah)
Different n*ggas no mistakin us (nah)
What’s happening, n*gga? But you can’t hang wid us (nah)
They feel some type a way I’m gettin rich on em
But I don’t give a f*ck cause you a b*tch homie
Like f*ck a fake friend, they’ll switch on me (switch on me)
An neva trust a b*tch that’ll snitch on me
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