Make It Happen (feat. Pressa & Bun Dog)

Yeah, this beat go stupid
My shooter, he like—
Shooter, he like—
On my mama, nigga, yeah, ayy, ayy

My shooter, he like Odom 'cause my nigga a brackhead
Hoes want me now, they still wanted me like back then
I'm good in every city, real niggas, they be tapped in
When I hit the club, baby, lights, camera, action

Used to live in the apartments, now we in a mansion
Nigga, on my mama, I'm the type to make shit happen
Used to live in the apartmеnts, now we in a mansion
Nigga, on my mama, I'm the type to makе shit happen

Yeah, I'm finna throw a bag if your booty get to clappin' (Clappin')
If you got a BBL, baby, go and raise your hands (Ayy)
And I don't fuck with sucker niggas
And them niggas that be cappin' (Woah)
I don't got a gun, I got a knife, I'm never lackin' (Yeah)
Nigga, you the opener, I'm the main attraction (Yeah)
Finna hit the shake junt, and I'ma bring the racks in (Woo)
Nigga, you the opener, I'm the main attraction (Yeah)
Finna hit the shake junt, and I'ma bring the racks in
Ayy, pockets, they on swole, my nigga, he's on parole
But when he was in jail, showed dawg he had a bone
Even-even when they locked up, my niggas sellin' dope
Ballin' nigga do his preach, I be signin' like the pope
I look like yes, you look like no
My mama raised a real nigga, your mama raised a ho
I look like yes, you look like no
My mama raised a real nigga, your mama raised a ho

Used to live in the apartments, now we in a mansion
Nigga, on my mama, I'm the type to make shit happen
Used to live in the apartments, now we in a mansion
Nigga, on my mama, I'm the type to make shit happen

Type to make it happen, you know I get the packs in (No)
Front you a load (Bring it back), then you better bring my backend
Made money off of shows (Before that), before I started rappin'
When it comes to the 6, they know I'm the captain (Why?)
Party in the hills and we better bring the hoes in
I don't party anywhere unless I bring the pole in
Dead in the club, t-shirt was soaking
Sizzlac in my blunt, Sluggah's what I'm smokin' (Woo)

Used to live in the apartments, now we in a mansion
Nigga, on my mama, I'm the type to make shit happen
Used to live in the apartments, now we in a mansion
Nigga, on my mama, I'm the type to make shit happen
Used to live in the apartments, now we in a mansion
Nigga, on my mama, I'm the type to make shit happen
Used to live in the apartments, now we in a mansion
Nigga, on my mama, I'm the type to make shit happen (Uh)

We get in your apartment, the side door, not the lobby
My niggas can't sign to my label without a body
Told 'em we'll make it happen, rob him for a brick and then we half it
Nigga, on my mama, I'm a savage
We the type to get him gone, see where I'm from, they call me the don
If he ain't shootin' shit, he puttin' on, niggas, they know who we are
Contribute to the gang, caught a body, got the juice now
He feel like Shakur, I jumped out the Porsche
Bought a brick and I head north
Used to turn one to a two, now they turn one to a four
I'm so HGK, play with me and you get torched
Amiri, Jordan 4s, probably steppin' in Diors
See, it's back to the basics, MAC-11 hangin' like an apron
Sluggah, he got hit, he did the matrix
Why-S doin' hits, and Wassi feel like Davis, Larry
Free gang 'cause I'm runnin' out of patience

Used to live in the apartments, now we in a mansion
Nigga, on my mama, I'm the type to make shit happen
Used to live in the apartments, now we in a mansion
Nigga, on my mama, I'm the type to make shit happen
Used to live in the apartments, now we in a mansion
Nigga, on my mama, I'm the type to make shit happen
Used to live in the apartments, now we in a mansion
Nigga, on my mama,
I'm the type to make shit happen



Credits
Writer(s): Alejandro Carranza, Quinton Gardner, Ajay Saxena, Tonya Self, Mark Gardner, Jordan Reid
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