"What Will Happen" lyrics
Fuck, fuck, fuck
I got lil'- I got lil' Goxan on this motherfucker
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Scavenger hunt for the backend, I need that
Nigga better not ask for the smoke, they receive that
I got some munyun, I spread where my sleeve at
Come to the parking lot, back in the parking spot
Nigga better not come down that block, this a dark road
Lil' twin think he demonic, got a dark soul
Put on that black now my fit be charcoal
I got the key but the whip push to start though
Fine shit wiggin' out, I think she a narc hoe
Nigga come purchase that za, scan the barcode
I ain't even reply back, I know you gon' troll
You ain't shot shit, yo' gun gettin' old
Park in the street, shoot the stick in the road
Put on that black, that's invisible clothes
Pop out wit' big gun you spooked, you done seen a ghost
Fine shit come to my hood, she done seen the most
Got on that drank 'fore the show, got me leanin' over
Gang tapped in, everybody tapped in
Think I'm lacked out, bitch I'm bringin' that strap in
Fuck nigga cappin', ain't take down a captain
Bitch I be rappin', my partna' 'nem trappin'
Pop the box, I might open yo' package
Fishtail Glock, cleared the other cut wit' plastic
You ain't gon' shake the crowd up wit' a blick, lemme grab it
You can't be spooked bitch, you knew we was savage
Thought I was straight in the hood, shit tragic
All the lil' fine shit gon' fuck, I do magic
Everything I touch turn to gold, it's a classic
Thought you was finna wig out, what the fuck you thought?
Ran outta munyun, I don't know what I bought
Shoot my lil' fye, I make sure it get off
This ain't no za 'cause I ain't even cough
Fucked up the backend, can't take no more loss
Wake up and hit za, I didn't even floss
Straight out the projects, I'm sleepin' in loft
Fuck nigga talk down, nigga drop salt
Pick up that Glock, put that gun in my paws
[?] with the za, that shit wan' real one
Couldn't bring my big gun, I pop out wit' lil' one
Get on that drank, it's incredible feelin'
Fine shit playin' mind games, she pretendin'
Lil' twin tapped in, lil' twin you a real one
Every time I do a show I pack out the building
Smoke out they [?] smoke down the road
Every time I get on some shit it explode
Free merch, I'm barely payin' for clothes
Fuck, fuck
I got lil'- I got lil' Goxan on this motherfucker
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Scavenger hunt for the backend, I need that
Nigga better not ask for the smoke, they receive that
I got some munyun, I spread where my sleeve at
Come to the parking lot, back in the parking spot
Nigga better not come down that block, this a dark road
Lil' twin think he demonic, got a dark soul
Put on that black now my fit be charcoal
I got the key but the whip push to start though
Fine shit wiggin' out, I think she a narc hoe
Nigga come purchase that za, scan the barcode
I ain't even reply back, I know you gon' troll
You ain't shot shit, yo' gun gettin' old
Park in the street, shoot the stick in the road
Put on that black, that's invisible clothes
Pop out wit' big gun you spooked, you done seen a ghost
Fine shit come to my hood, she done seen the most
Got on that drank 'fore the show, got me leanin' over
Gang tapped in, everybody tapped in
Think I'm lacked out, bitch I'm bringin' that strap in
Fuck nigga cappin', ain't take down a captain
Bitch I be rappin', my partna' 'nem trappin'
Pop the box, I might open yo' package
Fishtail Glock, cleared the other cut wit' plastic
You ain't gon' shake the crowd up wit' a blick, lemme grab it
You can't be spooked bitch, you knew we was savage
Thought I was straight in the hood, shit tragic
All the lil' fine shit gon' fuck, I do magic
Everything I touch turn to gold, it's a classic
Thought you was finna wig out, what the fuck you thought?
Ran outta munyun, I don't know what I bought
Shoot my lil' fye, I make sure it get off
This ain't no za 'cause I ain't even cough
Fucked up the backend, can't take no more loss
Wake up and hit za, I didn't even floss
Straight out the projects, I'm sleepin' in loft
Fuck nigga talk down, nigga drop salt
Pick up that Glock, put that gun in my paws
[?] with the za, that shit wan' real one
Couldn't bring my big gun, I pop out wit' lil' one
Get on that drank, it's incredible feelin'
Fine shit playin' mind games, she pretendin'
Lil' twin tapped in, lil' twin you a real one
Every time I do a show I pack out the building
Smoke out they [?] smoke down the road
Every time I get on some shit it explode
Free merch, I'm barely payin' for clothes
Fuck, fuck
