When That Happened
I ain't really fucking with you,
I ain't fucking with you, alright bro
And it's fuck the opposition, you should go drive off a cliff and that's not just a proposition
How you all up on my dick and you don't got a pot to piss in nigga
You lame as hell
Run it
I ain't fucking withchu(jew) niggas like I'm Hitler
Whole lot of new shit on me like a beginner
Them niggas never getting back like the very worst defenders
Tried to give a bitch the world and now I want the earth to hit her
I hope you know you ain't gonna never get your money back
Ain't fucking with the perks, so I'ma hit hoes off the honey pack
When you send her ass back to the field, she gon' start running back
I tried being cool with niggas, I think I'm done with that
I'ma talk my shit on every song cause I don't mumble rap
Shorty never bee around the bitches, he need the bumble app
Ain't talking bout a race, but bro look, I'm finna run this track
A young, rich, funny ass nigga, so how you fumble that
Antisocial, but there ain't a time I need alone (loan)
Searching for some drip on Google, now my jeans is Chrome
My girl had a mental breakdown, last time she seen my phone
Lounging in a Dior sweater, I be clean at home
Skinny jeans, oversized hoodie, ain't tryna fit in
In Saks Fifth, we did a blowout, that was a big win
She say when she pull up, don't speak to me, put the dick in
I was typing her the addy, I got too high and I ain't hit send
Fucked two hoes, then seen them in a picture
Did I just hit friends?
Turnt my city up, a couple years, I be at Big Jam
Yo team broke, to pay the bill, whole table had to pitch in
Shorty tried to curve me, so I lobbed her to my rich friend
My rich friend, balling in college like it's the Big Ten
I'm with my fat homie, so told the ho to bring her big friend
Ice hanging on my tee, I should change my name to Lipton
Say she love me, but she tripping, say we fucked and I'm like, bitch when? (bitch when)
Ay, when that happened
I wish that I could love you, but bitch I'm too busy rapping
Ay, bitch, that didn't happen
I'ma touch a mill, take a screenshot and keep on stacking
When that happen? Ay, I do not recall
You said she put down her sketch?
Nah, nigga, she dropped her drawers
Her mouth incarcerated, she gon' suck until she lock her jaws
Bro don't gotta have the strap, just know my dog got the paws
Yeah, that money on you make you walk different
This bitch give me spits like a lisp, cause I talk different
I be seeing niggas sell out, and I be lost nigga
I'd be the worst slave, cause on the block I can't be bought nigga
Loyal ass nigga, unless we hooping, I don't cross niggas
Y'all tried to throw a function, bro look around, this shit is all niggas
Trimm a werewolf, that just mean he got that dog in him
Adot richer than these rappers, I should really do a song with him
Now I'm at the top, shining brighter than a bald nigga
Money on the floor, then I'ma hit the army crawl nigga
I got all them(autumn) bands put up, they ain't gon' fall, nigga
Now my neck colder than the season after fall nigga
On bro
And we finna run the summer, that just mean we grinding all winter nigga
Grinding all year bitch
I ain't fucking with you, alright bro
And it's fuck the opposition, you should go drive off a cliff and that's not just a proposition
How you all up on my dick and you don't got a pot to piss in nigga
You lame as hell
Run it
I ain't fucking withchu(jew) niggas like I'm Hitler
Whole lot of new shit on me like a beginner
Them niggas never getting back like the very worst defenders
Tried to give a bitch the world and now I want the earth to hit her
I hope you know you ain't gonna never get your money back
Ain't fucking with the perks, so I'ma hit hoes off the honey pack
When you send her ass back to the field, she gon' start running back
I tried being cool with niggas, I think I'm done with that
I'ma talk my shit on every song cause I don't mumble rap
Shorty never bee around the bitches, he need the bumble app
Ain't talking bout a race, but bro look, I'm finna run this track
A young, rich, funny ass nigga, so how you fumble that
Antisocial, but there ain't a time I need alone (loan)
Searching for some drip on Google, now my jeans is Chrome
My girl had a mental breakdown, last time she seen my phone
Lounging in a Dior sweater, I be clean at home
Skinny jeans, oversized hoodie, ain't tryna fit in
In Saks Fifth, we did a blowout, that was a big win
She say when she pull up, don't speak to me, put the dick in
I was typing her the addy, I got too high and I ain't hit send
Fucked two hoes, then seen them in a picture
Did I just hit friends?
Turnt my city up, a couple years, I be at Big Jam
Yo team broke, to pay the bill, whole table had to pitch in
Shorty tried to curve me, so I lobbed her to my rich friend
My rich friend, balling in college like it's the Big Ten
I'm with my fat homie, so told the ho to bring her big friend
Ice hanging on my tee, I should change my name to Lipton
Say she love me, but she tripping, say we fucked and I'm like, bitch when? (bitch when)
Ay, when that happened
I wish that I could love you, but bitch I'm too busy rapping
Ay, bitch, that didn't happen
I'ma touch a mill, take a screenshot and keep on stacking
When that happen? Ay, I do not recall
You said she put down her sketch?
Nah, nigga, she dropped her drawers
Her mouth incarcerated, she gon' suck until she lock her jaws
Bro don't gotta have the strap, just know my dog got the paws
Yeah, that money on you make you walk different
This bitch give me spits like a lisp, cause I talk different
I be seeing niggas sell out, and I be lost nigga
I'd be the worst slave, cause on the block I can't be bought nigga
Loyal ass nigga, unless we hooping, I don't cross niggas
Y'all tried to throw a function, bro look around, this shit is all niggas
Trimm a werewolf, that just mean he got that dog in him
Adot richer than these rappers, I should really do a song with him
Now I'm at the top, shining brighter than a bald nigga
Money on the floor, then I'ma hit the army crawl nigga
I got all them(autumn) bands put up, they ain't gon' fall, nigga
Now my neck colder than the season after fall nigga
On bro
And we finna run the summer, that just mean we grinding all winter nigga
Grinding all year bitch
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Writer(s): Micah Thomas
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