I got the
I got the
I got the
I got the
I got the chips so shoutout to chili's
I got the yacht not talkin bout Willie
Hop in the Rari then hop in the Bentley
Hop in the Rari then hop in the Bentley
I hop in the Rari then hop in the Benz
Shoutout my niggas yea shoutout my friends
Run up them checks I'm counting these bands
I'm not dark skin I just got a tan
Open the dresser cause I got the clothes
Foreign ass bitches yea foreign ass hoes
Bitch I am fancy might pull out a rose
Bitches be snortin coke right thru they nose
These niggas arose
You gettin exposed
When i'm in the paint I am throwin elbows
Two bitches they kissing i think they lesbos
I got the drip from my head to my toes
Yeah
Wreckin like miley
Im wit it like riley
Yo bitch got a hiney
My wrist really shiny
These niggas be whiny
I am super slimy
When I get the bag all these niggas wan try me
Lil nigga why is you cappin
Ain't bout that action
You is not packin
Rockin designer that's fashion
Titties be flashin
This is my passion uh
Bitch what's what's happenin
You ain't bout that action
You cappin
I'll smack you in yo motherf*ckin face
Leave you gaspin
Bitch what's what's happenin
You ain't bout that action
You cappin
I'll smack you in yo motherf*ckin face
Leave you gaspin
I'm in philly bout to hit a lick
Feel a lil kick
Since a youngin I been wit the shits
Mobbin wit the clique
I been crusin in that Rari and you know that shit is stick
If a nigga try and test me imma shoot em like I'm Wick
Uh
Niggas keep wanting to try me
But they dont know that I got on the time piece
Look at my wrist and you see that it's shiny
Don't check the tag cuz I know it ain't price
Bitch imma dog so you can call me Wily
Niggas be talkin that shit all that spicy
I'm wit my niggas yeah that my lil slimeys
Cuz we some lizards you know that we grimey
Like this 808
No I can't f*ck wit the fakes
All of these niggas they hate
Might cop me a wraith
So I can rub in they face
Then I just hop in and I race
This life it ain't safe
Fly a bitch out to the crib
She suckin she swallowin kids
She might need a bib
She get the dick in her rib
It is what it is
Killin beats like i'm Swizz
Bitch what's what's happenin
You ain't bout that action
You cappin
I'll smack you in yo motherf*ckin face
Leave you gaspin
Bitch what's what's happenin
You ain't bout that action
You cappin
I'll smack you in yo motherf*ckin face
Leave you gaspin
Tucker - What's Happenin'? Lyrics
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I got the
I got the
I got the
I got the
I got the chips so shoutout to chili's
I got the yacht not talkin bout Willie
Hop in the Rari then hop in the Bentley
Hop in the Rari then hop in the Bentley
I hop in the Rari then hop in the Benz
Shoutout my niggas yea shoutout my friends
Run up them checks I'm counting these bands
I'm not dark skin I just got a tan
Open the dresser cause I got the clothes
Foreign ass bitches yea foreign ass hoes
Bitch I am fancy might pull out a rose
Bitches be snortin coke right thru they nose
These niggas arose
You gettin exposed
When i'm in the paint I am throwin elbows
Two bitches they kissing i think they lesbos
I got the drip from my head to my toes
Yeah
Wreckin like miley
Im wit it like riley
Yo bitch got a hiney
My wrist really shiny
These niggas be whiny
I am super slimy
When I get the bag all these niggas wan try me
Lil nigga why is you cappin
Ain't bout that action
You is not packin
Rockin designer that's fashion
Titties be flashin
This is my passion uh
Bitch what's what's happenin
You ain't bout that action
You cappin
I'll smack you in yo motherf*ckin face
Leave you gaspin
Bitch what's what's happenin
You ain't bout that action
You cappin
I'll smack you in yo motherf*ckin face
Leave you gaspin
I'm in philly bout to hit a lick
Feel a lil kick
Since a youngin I been wit the shits
Mobbin wit the clique
I been crusin in that Rari and you know that shit is stick
If a nigga try and test me imma shoot em like I'm Wick
Uh
Niggas keep wanting to try me
But they dont know that I got on the time piece
Look at my wrist and you see that it's shiny
Don't check the tag cuz I know it ain't price
Bitch imma dog so you can call me Wily
Niggas be talkin that shit all that spicy
I'm wit my niggas yeah that my lil slimeys
Cuz we some lizards you know that we grimey
Like this 808
No I can't f*ck wit the fakes
All of these niggas they hate
Might cop me a wraith
So I can rub in they face
Then I just hop in and I race
This life it ain't safe
Fly a bitch out to the crib
She suckin she swallowin kids
She might need a bib
She get the dick in her rib
It is what it is
Killin beats like i'm Swizz
Bitch what's what's happenin
You ain't bout that action
You cappin
I'll smack you in yo motherf*ckin face
Leave you gaspin
Bitch what's what's happenin
You ain't bout that action
You cappin
I'll smack you in yo motherf*ckin face
Leave you gaspin
I got the
I got the
I got the
I got the chips so shoutout to chili's
I got the yacht not talkin bout Willie
Hop in the Rari then hop in the Bentley
Hop in the Rari then hop in the Bentley
I hop in the Rari then hop in the Benz
Shoutout my niggas yea shoutout my friends
Run up them checks I'm counting these bands
I'm not dark skin I just got a tan
Open the dresser cause I got the clothes
Foreign ass bitches yea foreign ass hoes
Bitch I am fancy might pull out a rose
Bitches be snortin coke right thru they nose
These niggas arose
You gettin exposed
When i'm in the paint I am throwin elbows
Two bitches they kissing i think they lesbos
I got the drip from my head to my toes
Yeah
Wreckin like miley
Im wit it like riley
Yo bitch got a hiney
My wrist really shiny
These niggas be whiny
I am super slimy
When I get the bag all these niggas wan try me
Lil nigga why is you cappin
Ain't bout that action
You is not packin
Rockin designer that's fashion
Titties be flashin
This is my passion uh
Bitch what's what's happenin
You ain't bout that action
You cappin
I'll smack you in yo motherf*ckin face
Leave you gaspin
Bitch what's what's happenin
You ain't bout that action
You cappin
I'll smack you in yo motherf*ckin face
Leave you gaspin
I'm in philly bout to hit a lick
Feel a lil kick
Since a youngin I been wit the shits
Mobbin wit the clique
I been crusin in that Rari and you know that shit is stick
If a nigga try and test me imma shoot em like I'm Wick
Uh
Niggas keep wanting to try me
But they dont know that I got on the time piece
Look at my wrist and you see that it's shiny
Don't check the tag cuz I know it ain't price
Bitch imma dog so you can call me Wily
Niggas be talkin that shit all that spicy
I'm wit my niggas yeah that my lil slimeys
Cuz we some lizards you know that we grimey
Like this 808
No I can't f*ck wit the fakes
All of these niggas they hate
Might cop me a wraith
So I can rub in they face
Then I just hop in and I race
This life it ain't safe
Fly a bitch out to the crib
She suckin she swallowin kids
She might need a bib
She get the dick in her rib
It is what it is
Killin beats like i'm Swizz
Bitch what's what's happenin
You ain't bout that action
You cappin
I'll smack you in yo motherf*ckin face
Leave you gaspin
Bitch what's what's happenin
You ain't bout that action
You cappin
I'll smack you in yo motherf*ckin face
Leave you gaspin
Writer: Justin Tucker
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