Artist: Cali Swag District Album: The District (Mixtape) Song: What's Happening Typed by: AZ Lyrics Niggas on some cold shit [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 nigga slidin I'm like waddup hoe They be like “Smooth”, I'm like “Yea that's me” Same ol' nigga 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 niggas up cause I know they asleep Yo bitch be flippin I know she a freak I don't wanna fuck if I know I can beat em Sippin on d lace so I'm fallin asleep (ha!) Same nigga, same zip code Still ain't no thug but a nigga tryna tip round Cause every gangs you got niggas gettin chip mode So I jus went an got a bitch strapped from ma bigelow Ni-niggas ain't even gon' get close (no!) So I jus stay shaded like d windows Ni-nigga 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 shit but I can if they want me to prove it to em (bitch) Gotta live a butt a bullshit but that don't mean no young nigga cannot stay wid a full clip [Chorus] Look I'll stay on chill shit, 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) Fuckin 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] Look, alot a niggas lame an I swear to God Claim to be real but they really fraud (fraud) Shit don't seem even man these niggas out (fuck 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 bitch 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 nigga do fly shit, wit d same niggas I get high wit Dem d same niggas I ride wit Same niggas I fight wit Prob'ly d same niggas that I die wit (fa real) To keep dis shit G ma nigga 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 niggas no mistakin us (nah) What's happening, nigga? 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 fuck cause you a bitch homie Like fuck a fake friend, they'll switch on me (switch on me) An neva trust a bitch that'll snitch on me [Chorus]