“How It Happen” - Official Audio
Aye
Aye
Aye i'm feeling like fatboy on this hoe, on god
Aye Aye
Aye i'm finna get on this bitch and just
Just run this bitch like i'm talking bout just go straight in
Shit crazy man, shit crazy
But fuck it tho imma tell y'all what happened
Aye, Let me tell you how it happen
Niggas ah say they fuck with you
But flip on you just like a mattress
No movie they acting
They'll say they down to ride with you
But switch lanes like they up in traffic
I'm talking bout tragic
That's how this shit here gone get
If a nigga talking bout some action
Get turnt into ashes
First nigga play he gone lay
Like two cars, imma wreck bitch im crashing
Let me tell you bout these bitches
They really be penny pinching
But acting like they worth a million
This shit getting ridiculous
These bitches gone go for them benjis
But I won't give a hoe a penny
Im talking bout digits
You know I had to go get it
Cant let em knock me off my pivot
They know I'm the ticket
These bitches gone hop like a cricket
When they see a young nigga winning
Let me tell you bout these haters
They can't stand to see you getting paper
So I stay on point like a razor
Can't trust em they fakers
They smile in ya face & betray ya
Cross you out like mistakes on a paper
They watching like cable
& They'll get you killed if they able
So watch who you keep at ya table
This shit ah get fatal
It be the ones you knew since the cradle
That'll send you on up to ya maker, Aye
Aye
Aye i'm feeling like fatboy on this hoe, on god
Aye Aye
Aye i'm finna get on this bitch and just
Just run this bitch like i'm talking bout just go straight in
Shit crazy man, shit crazy
But fuck it tho imma tell y'all what happened
Aye, Let me tell you how it happen
Niggas ah say they fuck with you
But flip on you just like a mattress
No movie they acting
They'll say they down to ride with you
But switch lanes like they up in traffic
I'm talking bout tragic
That's how this shit here gone get
If a nigga talking bout some action
Get turnt into ashes
First nigga play he gone lay
Like two cars, imma wreck bitch im crashing
Let me tell you bout these bitches
They really be penny pinching
But acting like they worth a million
This shit getting ridiculous
These bitches gone go for them benjis
But I won't give a hoe a penny
Im talking bout digits
You know I had to go get it
Cant let em knock me off my pivot
They know I'm the ticket
These bitches gone hop like a cricket
When they see a young nigga winning
Let me tell you bout these haters
They can't stand to see you getting paper
So I stay on point like a razor
Can't trust em they fakers
They smile in ya face & betray ya
Cross you out like mistakes on a paper
They watching like cable
& They'll get you killed if they able
So watch who you keep at ya table
This shit ah get fatal
It be the ones you knew since the cradle
That'll send you on up to ya maker, Aye
Credits
Writer(s): Rondarius Otis
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