What Happen

What happen to n****

I guess the times change

I’m still the same n****

Same mind frame

N**** feeling they self

Brodie we all equal

I’ll put it all on the line

Just to see the sequel

You know that time wait for no man

Fuck n**** Fuck Bitches

Ain’t got time for Romance

What happen to the gang

Idk understand

N**** Quick to change for a couple bands

Ima count the blessing before I go to sleep

Counted up a couple bands

Courtesy to Tennessee

Use to split the pro’s a hunnit racks

Across the bed sheets

Interfering with the route a leave a n****

Dead meat

We was trapping on the same street

I can’t make this up

Played the straight 8 sedan

Doe & Ree played the truck

We was more than a million up

Shit was lit as fuck

Too familiar with the pape and hoes

Tryna Fuck

Still a fuck the city up

Green light like Rod Wave

I can save the money but a bitch

I can never save push the pape

Through the machine

Chips like better made

Glock 23 if u want it you can catch the fade

Let a n**** throw a shot

I bet it ricochet n**** talk like bitches

Keep the tea I’m sipping ace of spade

What happen to n**** why they calling a truce

Only time **** shoot is when they tryna hoop

What happen when see them lights

And u tripping in a cat

Hit the gas let em see where the motor at what happen when a **** get to talking And you know the facts

Then you smack him in the shit

Cause you know it’s cap

Know some n**** C’s

Know some n**** throwing slatt

Yeah we turnt to the max

Lit up like a match

Got the basses loaded

And you know who next to bat

Got the shooters trailing

I was turnt before the rap

Still a play the tims white lows

Off the dicky suits

Miri jeans stuffed feel like Zion

Busting out his shoe

Keep a latter on me

You would think I’m tryna climb a roof

Doggy in his feelings cuz I’m fucking on his lil boo

What happen when them tables turn

And shit get to switching up

Business back booming

Stood 10 toes through a drought

Now u kitted up

The hoes back choosing

Either winning or you losing

Always keep it moving

Come up with a plan

Never tell em what u brewing

A bitch **** he gone hate it when u run it up

A trick bitch she gone beg you

Just to eat it up

All the money in the world

Still won’t make you real

Know some n**** wit some M’s

And they still a kill

All the shit a **** seen

A give you the chills

What happen if a n**** like me get a deal

What happen