[Chorus]
Whatever happens, happens
Don't fuck with me girl you cappin'
No sad shit
I've been trappin'
Need the Patek on my wrist

[Verse 1]
Girl call me up like "what's up Chris?"
I'm like "Nothin' really just on my shit.'
'Cause I'm on my shit and I'm nice with it
And I'm off some shit so I'll admit
I'll admit, why you hittin' me up?
Why you hittin' me up, like that's enough
Stop tryna act a certain way you not that tough, not that tough
No you is not that rough
'Cause I know the real you and that ain't you
You belong to the streets you used to be true, you used to be true
But now you not
Hot girl summer you a certified thot
I thought yo mama had you taught
But here we are now so I guess the fuck not
I guess the fuck not
You had to rot
Still can't believe you're the reason that I fought
Still can't believe you're the reason that I got caught
You was all attention shoulda never shot my shot
But I shot my shot
So I had to rot
Brought media level like who would ever thought
But I'm up now and I don't go around
And that makes you mad 'cause you is a clown
Now that I'm up now you wanna bring me down
Not gonna happen I can feel your frown
Can't take it, so you fake it, 'til you make it
Contemplatin', on what filter makes you look the best
Maybe make it private yeah show some chest
I loved you so, yeah I'll confess
You just put a whole new meaning on a hot mess
But you just like the way my chain felt on yo neck, felt on yo neck
Girl you's obsessed, you is obsessed
So yeah I feel blessed
Cold hearted girl yeah, you is so messed
I don't feel less, you're just a mess
Leave me alone, find a new quest
'Cause honestly I'll be real with ya I really don't know why, why you hit my line and shit
Like you callin' me so fine, like you already said bye
But clearly that's a lie
You just don't get it so I'll just say it one more time...
[Chorus]
Whatever happens, happens
Don't fuck with me girl you cappin'
No sad shit
I've been trappin'
Need the Patek on my wrist

[Instrumental]