letra de what happened? - goldenboy countup
[intro]
uh, n-gga, yeah, countup, n-gga, yeah
big chicken sh-t, n-gga, goldenboy countupboy, b-tch, i’m that motherf-ckin’ n-gga, n-gga
you know what i’m sayin’? uh, n-gga, yeah
run out of motherf-ckin’ chicken, n-gga
stand on that motherf-ckin’ chicken, n-gga
countup, yeah
[verse 1]
stand alone, don’t need no help, got this sh-t all by myself
pop my sh-t, i feel myself, diamonds bust from sh-t i dealt
he up as f-ck and independent, pretty lil’ b-tch, she four-door jenie
i strike a pose, i flex a fifty, cuban rose, it’s diamonds in it
told ya i ain’t gon’ let up, n-gga, red benz like ketchup, n-gga
up two m’s, can’t catch us, n-gga, too much pape’, can’t catch up with us
grandma said you f-ckin’ flashy, buyin’ jewelry, steady spazzin’
switchin’ cars and still crashin’, think they tell you i’m livin’ lavish
ballin’ on ’em, i’m in the post, keep that burner, n-ggas toast
flyin’ these b-tches coast to coast, n-gga, go check coat, i’m in the snow
n-gga, mmm
[interlude]
goldenboy countupboy, b-tch, i’m that motherf-ckin’ n-gga, n-gga
let me pop my sh-t, n-gga, yeah
you know what i’m sayin’? pull a big dot on a n-gga
pull a hundred out on a n-gga, n-gga’s stash bigger, you know what i’m sayin’?
yeah
[verse 2]
when you hear that flrrt, n-gga, know i’m flippin’ through that money
i’m chicken man, it’s my side of town, we be servin’ junkies
rental cars, n-ggas flexin’, n-ggas hit ’em with a dummy
came up, givin’ turkeys back, n-gga think he bumpy
f-ck n-gga, forty racks on my bezel, yeah, zaza bags, they full of pressure
pull up skrrt, a different tesla, i slammed a brick, a f-ckin’ wrestler
trap house full like fifty buddy, more from the dirt, my shoes muddy
the smallest cuban, i spent a thirty, heard your whole lil’ crew wanna f-ck me
heard your whole lil’ crew been goin’, n-ggas flat, f-ck they doin’?
flippin’ racks, b-tch, i’m chewin’, plottin’ on ’em, f-ck you brewin’?
talkin’ sh-t like dame dash, it took some time to make the bag
n-ggas think it came fast, you cuffed the b-tch, your lame ass
i made the play so you pick it and roll it, uh, you bust it down, i’ma sell it and hold it
yeah, i run the trap and you beat up the road, and we don’t give a f-ck ’bout none of these hoes
no, we don’t give a f-ck ’bout none of these b-tches, me and my n-gga gon’ sell these chickens
ayy, birds, n-gga, we sellin’ these pigeons, they scared, n-gga gon’ weigh up the digits
n-gga
[outro]
big chicken sh-t, n-gga, goldenboy countupboy, b-tch, you know what i’m sayin’?
real dope boy, f-ck n-gga
you know what i’m sayin’?
ayy
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