Cali Swag District - Whats Happening lyrics

Yow yow
Niggas on some cold shit

What’s happening
(waddup) , waddup bro (waddup)
What’s happening (waddup) , waddup hoe
What’s happening
(waddup) , waddup bro (waddup)
What’s happening (waddup) , waddup hoe
What’s happening
(waddup) , waddup bro (waddup)
What’s happening (waddup) , waddup hoe
What’s happening
(waddup) , waddup bro (waddup)
When a nigga slidin I’m like waddup hoe

They be like "Smooth"
I’m like "Yea that’s me"
Same ol’ nigga from hundred an three (yea)
Ain’t nuttin changed but d shoes on ma feet
An d way dat I flow when I’m cruisin d beat
Wake dem niggas up cause I know they asleep
Yo bitch be flippin I know she a freak
I don’t wanna fuck if I know I can beat em
Sippin on d lace so I’m fallin asleep (ha)
Same nigga, same zip code
Still ain’t no thug but a
Nigga tryna tip round
Cause every gangs you got
Niggas gettin chip mode
So I jus went an got a
Bitch strapped from ma bigelow
Ni-niggas ain’t even gon’ get close (no)
So I jus stay shaded like d windows
Ni-nigga had to switch up d whip
An nobody get a stash spot jus
To hold a extra clip (ha)
They like "Smooth why you do it to em?"
(do what)
I’m like I ain’t do shit but I can if
They want me to prove it to em (bitch)
Gotta live a butt a bullshit
But that don’t mean
No young nigga cannot stay wid a full clip

Look I’ll stay on chill shit
Next year me a melt it
Got verses like Bibles
I thank God I’m gifted (thank God)
Kush by the acre, I wake her an bake her
She licked it, I twist it tornado, yea (yea)
4 in ma whip I put 4 in ma drink
If it’s 4 in the clip I
Put 4 where you think?! (yea)
Fuckin these hoes they don’t sleep
I sell dreams (no)
Shows overseas I get money that’s not green
(whatev) i been, around d world (literally)
Tried out a hundred flows (lyrically)
Ran through a hundred hoes (physically)
Some friends turn into foes (enemies) ha!


Look, alot a niggas lame an I swear to God
Claim to be real but they really fraud
(fraud)
Shit don’t seem even man these niggas out
(fuck it)
I jus keep ma distance an get on ma job
Look, oh what you mad cause I’m stylin on ya?
Got a New York bitch an I’m from California
D homie copped a foreign but
He really d owner an I’m really from d hood
D homies are roun d corner
Ugh, fly nigga do fly shit
Wit d same niggas I get high wit
Dem d same niggas I ride wit
Same niggas I fight wit
Prob’ly d same niggas that I die wit
(fa real) to keep dis shit G ma nigga I’m
Jus tryna get ma paper up
Countin paper till ma fingers get paper cuts
D gunshots had to wake em up
(brah, brah, brah)
Different niggas no mistakin us (nah)
What’s happening, nigga? But
You can’t hang wid us (nah)
They feel some type a way
I’m gettin rich on em
But, I don’t give a fuck
Cause you a bitch homie
Like fuck a fake friend, they’ll switch on me
(switch on me)
An neva trust a bitch that’ll snitch on me