Yung Mal, Lil Quill - What’s Happening lyrics
[Yung Mal, Lil Quill - What’s Happening lyrics]
808 Mafia yeah
I got racks, baby girl, what's happenin'?
Baby girl, what's happenin'? Baby girl
What's happenin'?
I had a pocket full of lint, huh
But that's past tense
But now these hundreds real long
They forever lasting
I could've been down the road
But I made it in rappin'
I got some niggas don't care 'cause I'm on
They still be trappin'
We used to sleep on the box spring
Didn't have no mattress
Used to eat noodles and pork and beans
We was late on the damn rent
But now we stay up, we keep shit in the pit
Brand new foreign and the doors gon' lift
It sit low on the ground
It came with the tint
I'm smokin' cookie inside of that bitch
You can smell through the vent
Hold up, drip, nigga got too much rinse
Hold up, neck, wrist, pinky, water
Somebody need call Flint
I had to stay down with Quill (Lil Quill)
Now look at this shit, boy, we done got rich
We used to be jumpin' the fence
But now we be jumpin' the line
Go straight to the VIP
I rock Burberry my life so
Gucci don't wanna get married
And I got all these racks on me
Givenchy hold my pants up
I got racks, baby girl, what's happenin'?
Baby girl, what's happenin'? Baby girl
What's happenin'?
I had a pocket full of lint, huh
But that's past tense
But now these hundreds real long
They forever lasting
I could've been down the road
But I made it in rappin'
I got some niggas don't care 'cause I'm on
They still be trappin'
We used to sleep on the box spring
Didn't have no mattress
Used to eat noodles and pork and beans
We was late on the damn rent
We used to sleep on the
Floor on the box spring
They tried to block me, now I'm on top, B
(I'm on top)
Like the topic, push-start the Ferrari
Two hundred stashed in the safe
I didn't count these
Double G on my pillow, it's comfy
Strapped, please do not think about jumping
Huh, pull up in the Ghost, I'm hunting
Stunting
Pull up with your bitch in an antique car
Hmm, I got Mal with me
Twenty-five racks just in Neimans
For Mal and me
Please stop callin' me unless you got
Racks just to talk to me
If you don't, then I just depart ('Part)
Race shit, I ain't talkin' no park (Hell nah)
Back-cam come with the package
It help me park (Park)
Huh, look at my car (Car)
Goddamn man, a nigga came far (On God)
Racks, baby girl, what's happenin'?
Baby girl, what's happenin'? Baby girl
What's happenin'?
I had a pocket full of lint, huh
But that's past tense
But now these hundreds real long
They forever lasting
I could've been down the road
But I made it in rappin'
I got some niggas don't care 'cause I'm on
They still be trappin'
We used to sleep on the box spring
Didn't have no mattress
Used to eat noodles and pork and beans
We was late on the damn rent
I got racks, baby girl, what's happenin'?
Baby girl, what's happenin'? Baby girl
What's happenin'?
I had a pocket full of lint, huh
But that's past tense
But now these hundreds real long
They forever lasting
I could've been down the road
But I made it in rappin'
I got some niggas don't care 'cause I'm on
They still be trappin'
We used to sleep on the box spring
Didn't have no mattress
Used to eat noodles and pork and beans
We was late on the damn rent
But now we stay up, we keep shit in the pit
Brand new foreign and the doors gon' lift
It sit low on the ground
It came with the tint
I'm smokin' cookie inside of that bitch
You can smell through the vent
Hold up, drip, nigga got too much rinse
Hold up, neck, wrist, pinky, water
Somebody need call Flint
I had to stay down with Quill (Lil Quill)
Now look at this shit, boy, we done got rich
We used to be jumpin' the fence
But now we be jumpin' the line
Go straight to the VIP
I rock Burberry my life so
Gucci don't wanna get married
And I got all these racks on me
Givenchy hold my pants up
I got racks, baby girl, what's happenin'?
Baby girl, what's happenin'? Baby girl
What's happenin'?
I had a pocket full of lint, huh
But that's past tense
But now these hundreds real long
They forever lasting
I could've been down the road
But I made it in rappin'
I got some niggas don't care 'cause I'm on
They still be trappin'
We used to sleep on the box spring
Didn't have no mattress
Used to eat noodles and pork and beans
We was late on the damn rent
We used to sleep on the
Floor on the box spring
They tried to block me, now I'm on top, B
(I'm on top)
Like the topic, push-start the Ferrari
Two hundred stashed in the safe
I didn't count these
Double G on my pillow, it's comfy
Strapped, please do not think about jumping
Huh, pull up in the Ghost, I'm hunting
Stunting
Pull up with your bitch in an antique car
Hmm, I got Mal with me
Twenty-five racks just in Neimans
For Mal and me
Please stop callin' me unless you got
Racks just to talk to me
If you don't, then I just depart ('Part)
Race shit, I ain't talkin' no park (Hell nah)
Back-cam come with the package
It help me park (Park)
Huh, look at my car (Car)
Goddamn man, a nigga came far (On God)
Racks, baby girl, what's happenin'?
Baby girl, what's happenin'? Baby girl
What's happenin'?
I had a pocket full of lint, huh
But that's past tense
But now these hundreds real long
They forever lasting
I could've been down the road
But I made it in rappin'
I got some niggas don't care 'cause I'm on
They still be trappin'
We used to sleep on the box spring
Didn't have no mattress
Used to eat noodles and pork and beans
We was late on the damn rent