YTB Fatt and Lil Baby - What Happened

(Ayy, what's happenin', C2?)
(You'll fly too if you link up with frenchie)
Hoo, uh (yo, Ben)
What happened? Uh, hoo, uh

He indicted (hoo)
And them bodies he caught, he glad he ain't lifin' (he thankful)
And that switch go everywhere he go, he licensed (hoo)
His mama don't know, but he punch packs like Tyson
For the right amount cheese, my city, they'll treat it like ISIS (hoo)
Fuck every side in the city, it's up, no typin' (hoo)
Leave that shit alone, Fatt, you know they wanna be like you (fuck him)
This right here some grown man smoke
I don't tell you and you don't tell on me, that's how I like it (hoo)

I piped you up, how you ain't gon' like me?
He slang that K like he licensed
He don't even play by the rules, got shot before, he gon' shoot 'fore he fight you
He don't even answer to the phone no more, for what?
'Cause half the men he had on the road with him caught indictments
You snatch your chain, he'll snatch you
He just get paid for it, he ain't a rapper
He got shit on his head, so he travel with smackers
He so fuckin' loaded, he can buy two Phantoms
Seen whackers get whacked by whackers (what else?)
The jackers, jacked by jackals
He a real robber, he tried to rob another robber, but they fucked 'round and smacked him
They had him, don't get caught lackin'
He ain't gon' perform without the backend
Know how to whack the switch, he don't do nothin' but tap it
Found out he was a rat, kick him out of the Fox den
Kill somethin', kept the phone with him, they tracked it
Can't nobody ever get seen with the lackin'
They hit his trap, he don't even wanna trap again
He don't work with killers, he know they'll clap 'em (hoo)

He indicted (hoo)
And them bodies he caught, he glad he ain't lifin' (he thankful)
And that switch go everywhere he go, he licensed (hoo)
His mama don't know, but he punch packs like Tyson
For the right amount cheese, my city, they'll treat it like ISIS (hoo)
Fuck every side in the city, it's up, no typin' (hoo)
Leave that shit alone, Fatt, you know they wanna be like you (fuck him)
This right here some grown man smoke
I don't tell you and you don't tell on me, that's how I like it (hoo)

You know for a fact I'm not just a regular rapper, oh, yeah
We sellin' thousand, I'm not just a regular trapper, what else?
I run with the smackers, the hustlers, the players, the pimps, for real
She hold these pounds and these chains, I'm payin' her rent
Catch a body, beat a body, rap about it, he trim
She a baddie, I done had her ask about me, I'm him
Ain't droppin', still runnin' laps around me, for real
Same spot, still servin' packs around here, until
Baby had turned me on, white toes too, got a fetish for 'em
Yeah, I'm with my Memphis bro, sell out the FedEx Forum
Why you on songs actin' like you lit? They know that you dead-ass wrong
Yeah, I be goin' Rolex, AP, Richard, I got a Patek on
Ayy, big bro comin' home, free Nate

He indicted (hoo)
And them bodies he caught, he glad he ain't lifin' (he thankful)
And that switch go everywhere he go, he licensed (hoo)
His mama don't know, but he punch packs like Tyson
For the right amount cheese, my city, they'll treat it like ISIS (hoo)
Fuck every side in the city, it's up, no typin' (hoo)
Leave that shit alone, Fatt, you know they wanna be like you (fuck him)
This right here some grown man smoke
I don't tell you and you don't tell on me, that's how I like it (hoo)

The manager, I manage him in the backseat, everybody he love up the road
Anything come out his mouth, they know it's gold
He the one they look up to, he know he can't fold
Every businessman he got geeked off snow
And he treat his fuckin' chopper like his bro
He a Fox for real, they ain't expect him to blow
And that young nigga with him don't aim below the throat

What happened?
Huh, what happened?
He ain't even know what happen, what happened?
He ain't even know what happened
All they did was pay that tab, but he ain't even know what happened, hoo

Written by:
Cavon Paige, Dominique Jones

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