WGO ft. LavellMG Lyrics

Whats going on

Whats going on

Whats going on

Whats going on

What going on

Whats going on

You either with me or you ain't

You either with me or you was

It be crazy that the hate be coming posing as some love

Imma role me up some dank and leave out smelling like a skunk

Imma pour me up some drank and get to jiggin' like I won

I know I'm dead wrong

Tripping off these substances my head gone

Only father figure I had got a headstone

I'm not stopping with this shit until my bread long

I ain't trying to be hear think I'm bout to head home

I be chilling on my own it's fuck the opposite

I got family hate the motion they ain't stopping shit

Shooter from Atlanta hawk him down like he bogdonavic

You don't play no defense nigga gotta put some lock in it

I came from the bottom that's why she gone keep on topping it

Walking in you see my fucking pockets I got knots in it

If it's beef then let me know we get to cooking I can chop the shit

Don't step to me with boof if you know that I'm not copping it

I ain't tripping I just make they ass believers

Caucasian shooter make it sing Justin Bieber

I hit her from the side and got her grabbing on my T-shirt

I'd be ashamed if I listened to my teachers

Live a different lifestyle

Up when the lights out

Speaking on my situation you don't live my life how

Blicky on me right now

On her like a nightgown

Bad bitch never listen yeah I think she need a time out

Bum ass nigga keep on hating want to switch places

I can't check the time on the watch unless it's big faces

I don't fuck with Niggas like I'm a big racist

I be sick as the fuck I need some medication

Do whatever get me higher

Do whatever get me flyer

Do whatever I dzior

They be talking through a wire

Me and you that's a difference

I be getting to chicken

You be cooling with bitches

Think you going the distance

I got so much on my mind and I be up and I can't go to bed

Grinding seven days I need a check and that's just what I said

Feel like imma crash and I just know they don't understand

When I caught the bag I had to stretch it I couldn't do no playing

Imma street Nigga AF1s and some joggies

I done prayed so many times so all them demons get up off me

I been looking for some love but I don't need it if I'm balling

I ain't trying to hear no lies and that's the reason that you calling

Okay send it down we can't double back you got the message

I been running to them blues and babygirl know I ain't stressing

I done fell too many times right in the field and that's a lesson

I ain't got no felonies and I'm alive and that's a blessing

I been rolling dice dodging hella lights and that's on me

Did I say it right I know how that happen when it's me

I got too much on my plate but if you touch it then it's steep

Baby I been through that hell and yes I know that's how to eat

I been really on the call and they gone have to send it through

I ain't thinking bout no vest this a yoppa with a broom

I ain't thinking bout my ex girly know that we was through

You gone have to write it down that's when I speak okay cool

Niggas fake and they snakes okay we gone cut the grass

Drop a load on yo top they been really on yo ass

I got drop they gone tell me what I want and know that's facts

Who gone stop I can show you bout whatever when it's black

You either with me or you ain't

You either with me or you was

It be crazy that the hate be coming posing as some love

Imma role me up some dank and leave out smelling like a skunk

Imma pour me up some drank and get to jiggin' like I won

I know I'm dead wrong

Tripping off these substances my head gone

Only father figure I had got a headstone

I'm not stopping with this shit until my bread long

I ain't trying to be hear think I'm bout to head home

Whats going on

Whats going on

Whats going on

Whats going on

Whats going on

Whats going on