What Happens

Lyrics

[Intro] I love you, [?] [Chorus] (Yuh) Baby girl my bad, baby I was out trappin' I'm a real drug dealer, her last man cappin' I hopped in the driveway, baby what happened? Just me and her playin' a razor and napkin Before I go to ringin', I pull out my fastest Dig in my pocket and pull out cha taxes Baby, dis real life, I ain't just rappin' White ones on me, I ain't no into fashion White boy called me, he up onto the addy No ask me no question, just send me the addy I feel like I'm Powda, driving a caddy I look at my bitch, like who fresher than daddy? [Verse 1] I'm feeling myself, baby said I was conceived She bringing up old shit for no reason Pull up in the dеmon, I look like a demon Red bеam, [?], [?] Wake up and rob sumthang, Slither Season Glick in ya face, the Slither need it I'm drunk as fuck, dats why I'm speeding They hating on me, I can see it clearly You ain't want no problems, don't come near me Don't ask me shit, bitch, ask Siri Google gon' tell what'cha needa know Google gon' tell you enough If you sell coke [Chorus] Baby girl my bad, baby I was out trappin' I'm a real drug dealer, her last man cappin' I hopped in the driveway, baby what happened? Just me and her playin' a razor and napkin Before I go to ringin', I pull out my fastest Dig in my pocket and pull out cha taxes Baby, dis real life, I ain't just rappin' White ones on me, I ain't no into fashion White boy called me, he up onto the addy No ask me no question, just send me the addy I feel like I'm Powda, driving a caddy I look at my bitch, like who fresher than daddy? [Verse 2] I'm feeling myself, baby said I was conceived Pull up looking like a real demon Feel like Papi, fresh when I'm sleeping Feel like Papi, fresh for no reason Feel like Papi, tens in his seasons Feel like Pap, already knew all reasons Last case - me and brodie, beat it Feel like Pap, jeans, no creases Feel like Pap off the lean, leanin' Feel like Pap, anotha tat on my face I might get more tats, and then plap on my face Feel like Pap, on the run, on a different state Feel like Pap, when doing the race Honorable Pap, booted everyday Walk in like Pap wit my bitch wit me They like, "Holy Lord dats sum big 50's" My wife bitch ain't got no titties I really touch money, free Ricky I'm the real Meek Milly wit his willy Told the bitch, "keep ya ass", I ain't kinky Beat your ass, spill my drink, real pinky Big 4 blocks, these niggas silly Unc' calling me, I'm tryna record