Something Happen lyrics
by Rio Da Yung OG
[Intro]
(It's a Wayne beat)
I got White Grease with me (Elijah), I got Pablo
I got the original Grease Man
We finna start a fire in this motherf*cker
(His name's Pablo)
[Verse]
I got a hunnid cash on me, I'll spend all this sh*t
Today a light day, I got on all Rick
A million dollars, bro, that's what you call rich?
n*gga, I just spent two million dollars, play with tall sh*t
Shout out my n*gga Audi, call it dog sh*t
Pull into the O and I just landed on some dog sh*t, like Craig daddy
She got some good pus*y, but her head chatty
Crank the supercharge up, I done scared granny
Fifty racks each pocket why my pants saggy
I got a million dollar deal, still dress tacky
Crazy part, I ain't even got no advance, I been just rappin'
Your numbers don't go up 'cause you just cappin'
I'm finna drop a mixtape called Something Happеn
Please don't stand behind mе, ‘cause I punch backwards
'25 Maybach with the run flatters
I made a hunnid K this week and let my son have it
Put the gun behind my back, start shootin', how I run backwards
f*ck the hoe n*ggas, free the ones matter
n*ggas ain't got hands, nowadays, havin' a gun matter
Eighty-six hunnid on me, finna spend it all on drank
Duh, it was a pint of red, what the f*ck you think?
I got three million stashed, n*gga, f*ck a bank
But when you take it out the wrapper, it's gon' f*ckin' stink
Yeah, smell like mildew
I just made a hunnid thousand on some real shoes
You said everything you won't, but what you will do?
Like slime your brother out for a couple dollars?
White Supreme mid-tops cost a f*ckin' Prada
b*tch asked, "Can we f*ck?" I'm like, "Nada"
She put her brother in our business, and I popped him
He pulled up with straight Qua', so I Wocked it
This sh*t was all in God plans, you can't stop it
I'm tired of buyin' drank from these n*ggas, need a doctor's 'script
When your car go two hundred, it be hard to stop it
Like, how you sayin' I owe you somethin' cause you see I got it?
When I was dead broke, you ain't see the profit
When I asked you to do a song, you would switch topics
Your bum ass, should've played for Flint Tropics
AP got a bomb in it, why that b*tch tockin'?
Why that b*tch tickin'?
Hope I see the ho in person, I'ma kick flip her
You can't get over on me, I done tricked trickers
Plus, I ain't never lose sight, I see the big picture
You n*ggas big b*tches
Hit a lick for ten racks and bought six switches
That ain't even no BBL, she got a big biscuit
I was tryna cook a whole brick, then my wrist twisted
Yeah, I twist my wrist
At the gas station, dude got popped on, we reminiscin'
Before this rap sh*t, I was in the kitchen
n*gga, I was broke as hell, but I had a mission
C said we couldn't go flat, long as we had a kitchen