What Happened

What happened to your mans
Why his picture on a tee
We kno what happened to yo mans
We put him on crime in the D
I heard you want your lick back
It ain't hard to find me
And I always got it on me
You ain't gotta remind me
It's going on two years
Nigga come and get your lick back
I'm tired of fucking this bitch
You can have ya bitch back
He tryna box in the winter
He gonna get gift wrapped
He said sorry I was trapping
Nigga you don't even trap

Try and beef in my hood
They gone catch you pumping gas
These hoes setting niggas up
I guess they dying for the ass
Yo man got popped ran in the school
He died in the class
Yo man thought he was number one
When he died he was last
You going live with my opps
You gone get popped with him
He said nigga I'm just a fan
But his ass died with him
If you a Opp
Nigga don't come outside
Cus we plotting
My nigga said he left him stanking
I just left a nigga rotten
If cutty said he really on your ass
Then it's just that
I'm really getting money
I might coped me a vet
These niggas really pussy
They only tuff on the net
That money on your head
And i'mma come get me a check

What happened to your mans
Why his picture on a tee
We kno what happened to yo mans
We put him on crime in the D
I heard you want your lick back
It ain't hard to find me
And I always got it on me
You ain't gotta remind me
It's going on two years
Nigga come and get your lick back
I'm tired of fucking this bitch
You can have ya bitch back
He tryna box in the winter
He gonna get gift wrapped
He said sorry I was trapping
Nigga you don't even trap
Nigga



Credits
Writer(s): Quentez Jones
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link