Kendrick Lamar, Jay Rock, Ab-Soul - What Happen lyrics
Kendrick Lamarс [Duckworth] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
Ab-Soul [Herbert Anthony Stevens IV] Los Angeles, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Kendrick Lamar, Jay Rock, Ab-Soul - What Happen lyrics]
Yo the boss is back
Off the strip with 10 horses
Town on his back, flawless rap
But check my motives it's big checks
In the check I wrote it
Hardcore kills raps, spin it back
One flick off the wrist and wahla it is Ab
So if you see the kid napping
That don’t mean I took em
That mean the cemetery got to find
A place to put em
I think you might have put your
Hands in the wrong pudding
Or your man? fucking with the wrong hoodlum
I’m not Bum J but all it takes is one day
Or one hour of recess to lets the guns play
(what happen?) I had to let the
Gun spray in his direction
Like Raid to an insect, I'm infectin' em'
Straight letting em go like it's
8 seconds to go
If you talk that better have enough
Balls to walk that shit
Cause we don’t give a fuck
About who you running’ with
We will flame yo shit and
All you gonna hear is
(what happen) yeah (what happen)
Oh nothing that boy was being himself
Like, sike
Nah I’m bluffin’ that boy was somebody else
So we hurt that boy, hurt that boy
They say a closed mouth don’t get fed
But a loud mouth get a entrée
Of bullets right to the head, shit
Bon appetite
I climb out my window I shoot ya
Block up then I’m back in the bed, sleep
Back to the business
Backpack with blocks all in it
When it comes to beef I’m doing the dishes
Shit more beef then I’m stuck in the kitchen
To stop my trigger finger from itchin’
I’ll probably need a prescription
Plus, I told you niggas too many times
You're not in my
Division divide mathematician
Counting money like it grow on trees
Matter of fact it do, I got a
Lawn full of hundred dollar bills, no leaves
My bitch got a blade in her weave just
Incase mine break she hand one to me
Cataracts I know y’all can’t see I
Infact I apologize about that
If you talk that better have enough
Balls to walk that shit
Cause we don’t give a fuck
About who you running’ with
We will flame yo shit and
All you gonna hear is
(what happen) yeah (what happen)
Oh nothing that boy was being himself
Sike, sike
Nah I’m bluffin’ that boy was somebody else
So we hurt that boy, hurt that boy
I walk it how I live it call it how I see it
I don’t live by a script you
Wanna be whats on the TV
Yeah I’m Jay rock I’m the
One haters love to envy so I keep burners
Busting clips until they empty
Straight to his head til
His skullcap is empty
And if I’m? I’ll be back up
In a jiffy with a semi
Smoke his ass fast like a Philly watch the
Automatic lean his ass back like a willy
I’m silly with the 9 millimeter shot
To his bathing ape outfit
Put his flame out quick I’m
Bout G shit you you, ain’t bout spit
Sniper his ass watch his ass
Drop unexpected like bird shit
A general so you gotta salute the Colonel
Give you a warning Disobey you
Gone by the morning
The bullets come free with a casket see
But you broke so you can’t funeral with fear
If you talk that better have enough
Balls to walk that shit
Cause we don’t give a fuck
About who you running’ with
We will flame yo shit and
All you gonna hear is
(what happen) yeah (what happen)
Oh nothing that boy was being himself
Sike, sike
Nah I’m bluffin’ that boy was somebody else
So we hurt that boy, hurt that boy
Off the strip with 10 horses
Town on his back, flawless rap
But check my motives it's big checks
In the check I wrote it
Hardcore kills raps, spin it back
One flick off the wrist and wahla it is Ab
So if you see the kid napping
That don’t mean I took em
That mean the cemetery got to find
A place to put em
I think you might have put your
Hands in the wrong pudding
Or your man? fucking with the wrong hoodlum
I’m not Bum J but all it takes is one day
Or one hour of recess to lets the guns play
(what happen?) I had to let the
Gun spray in his direction
Like Raid to an insect, I'm infectin' em'
Straight letting em go like it's
8 seconds to go
If you talk that better have enough
Balls to walk that shit
Cause we don’t give a fuck
About who you running’ with
We will flame yo shit and
All you gonna hear is
(what happen) yeah (what happen)
Oh nothing that boy was being himself
Like, sike
Nah I’m bluffin’ that boy was somebody else
So we hurt that boy, hurt that boy
They say a closed mouth don’t get fed
But a loud mouth get a entrée
Of bullets right to the head, shit
Bon appetite
I climb out my window I shoot ya
Block up then I’m back in the bed, sleep
Back to the business
Backpack with blocks all in it
When it comes to beef I’m doing the dishes
Shit more beef then I’m stuck in the kitchen
To stop my trigger finger from itchin’
I’ll probably need a prescription
Plus, I told you niggas too many times
You're not in my
Division divide mathematician
Counting money like it grow on trees
Matter of fact it do, I got a
Lawn full of hundred dollar bills, no leaves
My bitch got a blade in her weave just
Incase mine break she hand one to me
Cataracts I know y’all can’t see I
Infact I apologize about that
If you talk that better have enough
Balls to walk that shit
Cause we don’t give a fuck
About who you running’ with
We will flame yo shit and
All you gonna hear is
(what happen) yeah (what happen)
Oh nothing that boy was being himself
Sike, sike
Nah I’m bluffin’ that boy was somebody else
So we hurt that boy, hurt that boy
I walk it how I live it call it how I see it
I don’t live by a script you
Wanna be whats on the TV
Yeah I’m Jay rock I’m the
One haters love to envy so I keep burners
Busting clips until they empty
Straight to his head til
His skullcap is empty
And if I’m? I’ll be back up
In a jiffy with a semi
Smoke his ass fast like a Philly watch the
Automatic lean his ass back like a willy
I’m silly with the 9 millimeter shot
To his bathing ape outfit
Put his flame out quick I’m
Bout G shit you you, ain’t bout spit
Sniper his ass watch his ass
Drop unexpected like bird shit
A general so you gotta salute the Colonel
Give you a warning Disobey you
Gone by the morning
The bullets come free with a casket see
But you broke so you can’t funeral with fear
If you talk that better have enough
Balls to walk that shit
Cause we don’t give a fuck
About who you running’ with
We will flame yo shit and
All you gonna hear is
(what happen) yeah (what happen)
Oh nothing that boy was being himself
Sike, sike
Nah I’m bluffin’ that boy was somebody else
So we hurt that boy, hurt that boy