What Happened
Aye nigga what happen, what happen
Ayeee
Ok I walk in with that static yea that semi automatic
With the gang we catch you lackin boy you better get the Dashin
When they see me in LA
Yea they know I got that magic
When they see blood on my shirt
They already what happened
Oh Yea she loving me up I might go Bentley the truck
Yea souped up the coupe
Get to the racks yea my pockets is blue
Yea you nigga gon lose
Me and my crew we pull up on you
And we gonna shoot shoot shoot shoot
Shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot
Don't know what to say nigga
Try to take my chain nigga
Found out where you stay nigga
Lay you down make change nigga
Call up zay and make that nigga go bang nigga
You gon do the dash but ima do the race
You gon come in last
I'm taking first place
Got The money At the chase yea
Look at yo bitch and yea she wanna taste
Lookin up at the stars so you know I'm in a wraith
Got addicted to the bag and you can see it in my face aye
Running through checks
Pull up and collect
Pull up and I flex
Aim at ya head
Ain't no fuckin sound
Bodies on the ground
Choppa on me now drum kit got a hundred rounds
Options jumpin in my head like a mosh pit
Ain't no fuckin stoppin
Taking off like a rocket
Talkin to me then the money is the topic
Talking that shit
Then it'll get ya fuckin top picked
Team of goons and you know they steady mobbin
Red dots and they aiming at ya noggin
Got a problem that's how we gon solve it
What happened
Ayeee
Ok I walk in with that static yea that semi automatic
With the gang we catch you lackin boy you better get the Dashin
When they see me in LA
Yea they know I got that magic
When they see blood on my shirt
They already what happened
Oh Yea she loving me up I might go Bentley the truck
Yea souped up the coupe
Get to the racks yea my pockets is blue
Yea you nigga gon lose
Me and my crew we pull up on you
And we gonna shoot shoot shoot shoot
Shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot
Don't know what to say nigga
Try to take my chain nigga
Found out where you stay nigga
Lay you down make change nigga
Call up zay and make that nigga go bang nigga
You gon do the dash but ima do the race
You gon come in last
I'm taking first place
Got The money At the chase yea
Look at yo bitch and yea she wanna taste
Lookin up at the stars so you know I'm in a wraith
Got addicted to the bag and you can see it in my face aye
Running through checks
Pull up and collect
Pull up and I flex
Aim at ya head
Ain't no fuckin sound
Bodies on the ground
Choppa on me now drum kit got a hundred rounds
Options jumpin in my head like a mosh pit
Ain't no fuckin stoppin
Taking off like a rocket
Talkin to me then the money is the topic
Talking that shit
Then it'll get ya fuckin top picked
Team of goons and you know they steady mobbin
Red dots and they aiming at ya noggin
Got a problem that's how we gon solve it
What happened
Credits
Writer(s): Jalon Amir Thompson, Omar Nai Im Emanuel
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.