Cali Swag District - Whats Happening lyrics

[Intro:] Yow Yow n***as on some cold sh** [Chorus:] What's happening (waddup), waddup bro (waddup) What's happening (waddup), waddup hoe What's happening (waddup), waddup bro (waddup) What's happening (waddup), waddup hoe What's happening (waddup), waddup bro (waddup) What's happening (waddup), waddup hoe What's happening (waddup), waddup bro (waddup) When a n***a slidin I'm like waddup hoe [Verse 1:] They be like “Smooth”, I'm like “Yea that's me” Same ol' n***a from hundred an three (yea) Ain't nuttin changed but d shoes on ma feet An d way dat I flow when I'm cruisin d beat Wake dem n***as up cause I know they asleep Yo b**h be flippin I know she a freak I don't wanna f** if I know I can beat em Sippin on d lace so I'm fallin asleep (ha!) Same n***a, same zip code Still ain't no thug but a n***a tryna tip round Cause every gangs you got n***as gettin chip mode So I jus went an got a b**h strapped from ma bigelow Ni-n***as ain't even gon' get close (no!) So I jus stay shaded like d windows Ni-n***a had to switch up d whip An nobody get a stash spot jus to hold a extra clip (ha) They like “Smooth why you do it to em?” (do what) I'm like I ain't do sh** but I can if they want me to prove it to em (b**h) Gotta live a bu*t a bullsh** but that don't mean no young n***a cannot stay wid a full clip [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Look I'll stay on chill sh**, next year me a melt it Got verses like Bibles, I thank God I'm gifted (thank God) Kush by the acre, I wake her an bake her She licked it, I twist it tornado, yea (yea) 4 in ma whip I put 4 in ma drink If it's 4 in the clip I put 4 where you think?! (yea) f**in these hoes they don't sleep, I sell dreams (no) Shows overseas I get money that's not green (whatev) I been, around d world (literally) Tried out a hundred flows (lyrically) Ran through a hundred hoes (physically) Some friends turn into foes (enemies) Ha! [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Look, alot a n***as lame an I swear to God Claim to be real but they really fraud (fraud) sh** don't seem even man these n***as out (f** it) I jus keep ma distance an get on ma job Look, oh what you mad cause I'm stylin on ya? Got a New York b**h an I'm from California D homie copped a foreign but he really d owner An I'm really from d hood, d homies are roun d corner Ugh, fly n***a do fly sh**, wit d same n***as I get high wit Dem d same n***as I ride wit Same n***as I fight wit Prob'ly d same n***as that I die wit (fa real) To keep dis sh** G ma n***a I'm jus tryna get ma paper up Countin paper till ma fingers get paper cuts D gunshots had to wake em up (brah, brah, brah) Different n***as no mistakin us (nah) What's happening, n***a? But you can't hang wid us (nah) They feel some type a way I'm gettin rich on em But I don't give a f** cause you a b**h homie Like f** a fake friend, they'll switch on me (switch on me) An neva trust a b**h that'll snitch on me [Chorus]