Текст Yung Mal – What’s Happening
Текст:
Yung Mal:
808 Mafia
Yeah
I got racks, 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’
Used to eat noodles and pork and beans, we was late on the damn rent
Lil Quill:
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)
Yung Mal:
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
