Willsteezalot - Whatever Happens, Happens Lyrics

Swear you don't want smoke, I'll get to moving like Al Queda
I grew up on a Tumblr nigga might DM Wolftyla
I know if I ain't have no white I wouldn't have been invited
This bitch just deadass lied to me
Her right hand on the Bible
If it's beef, we hunting niggas down
Shit gon get real tribal
Only person I look up to is my momma, f*ck a idol
I just grabbed some X and some coca, plug advanced it
Can't collect no income tax, my nigga I've been trappin
Bitch I'm big geeked
Grinding my teeth, jaw locked like a pit-bull
Claim you a freak, too good at clearing my head when you giving me mental
Behind my back they can chat all they want
When they see me, it's cordial
They dapping, they smiling
Couldn't be me, TTD if it's beef
Hopped in the field for some breesh with no cleats
Sometimes move dolo, niggas be bad for business, I can only do precision
Don't pay for promo
Leave that to instagram bitches
To them that's a business decision
You don't move with urgency don't get to bitchin
Glock got no safety, in seconds it's clickin
Run off on me? Listen I wouldn't risk it
Race is ambiguous, what is she mixed with?
Thinking cause he gang bang he tough
That's just playing with your fate
Bitch this speed is a must, shits a choice if I was late
Not my girlfriend, you wildin' if you think we gon debate
Bet I skate, skate if in the rear view I see any Jakes
Swear you don't want smoke, I'll get to moving like Al Queda
I grew up on a Tumblr nigga might DM Wolftyla
I know if I ain't have no white I wouldn't have been invited
This bitch just deadass lied to me her right hand on the Bible
If it's beef, we hunting niggas down
Shit gon get real tribal
Only person I look up to is my momma, f*ck a idol
I just grabbed some X and some coca, plug advanced it
Can't collect no income tax, my nigga I've been trappin
500 jiggas on the kitchen counter
Trust the connect but I still gotta count them
I'm clutching heat for any bad encounters
Tweakin' with me? Nigga must be off powder
Man that broke ass nigga not sliding
Gang too tact, war ain't cheap
I cannot take her too serious when I know my brother beat
I be road running, Air Max ninety fives be on my feet
I've been outside since 6th grade
How the f*ck we never meet?
She lit some candles to set the mood before f*cking
To me now it look like a seance
Who the f*cks mans is this? Handle him
I'm bout to punch on this nigga like Draymond
When ducking 12, all on my mind
I just be thinking bout Trayvon
Are you really from the trenches nigga if your momma ain't sell Avon?
Nigga keep on chatting like he bulletproof
He gon get hit with that ray gun
Popping that shit on socials
Saw him in person, that nigga ain't say none
That boy was quiet, piped down
He ain't have shit to say out loud