What's Goin On

(álbum: Survival - 2019)

Yo, you know that bitch?
Come on, son, you know I know this bitch
You know that bitch
We used to see her at the store every morning, the 2-4
Crescent?
Exactly, I used to fuck her sister but you ain't know that though
We gon' do tellys upstairs with Judy
Upstairs with Judy! Got 'em!

[Dave East:]
Uh, acknowledge I'm sent
Christian Dior probably my scent (Dior)
Five percent tint, that money dirty, gotta get rinsed
I'm probably in Philly, Auntie block, high, eating fish (Down Dauphin)
Diamond my wrist, better than the block pumping, tryna get rent
Not in my circle? Then you tryna get spent (Spend up)
We're tryna get rich
Pull up knocking Gladys on niggas
The way we living might embarrass you niggas
Might fade to black on you niggas
Depressed faces, they sad, mad I actually did it (Sad)
The homie died, I went and tatted my nigga (Freak)
Pinky ringing, me and four ladies at brunch
Got attitudes like they came on the bus, can't make this up
Cigar smoke lingering, this gun on me large, it's not medium (Large)
Just got off them papers, he smoking weed again
They was calling me bro, catch a shot over that Nautica boat
I'm a wolf, never call me the goat (Never)
They all wanna know

[Chorus:]
Betcha don't know what's going on (What's going on)
The streets don't love you like I do
Betcha don't know what's going on (What's going on)
The streets don't love you like I do
Ooh...
Y'all don't even know
Betcha don't know

[Fabolous:]
Yeah, my side different
They calling us when the vibe drifting
We the wave that got the tides shifting
I move weight, never tried lifting
Never leave it, gotta ride with 'em
You nosey niggas probably tried sniffing
Real tissue, the bros will wipe your nose
Making friends with the money expose all type of foes
I be super fly, these hoes just wipe my clothes
She's a easy target, you 'posed to snipe at those
In the Rolls doing 60, bumping that Nipsey
Shorty with me kind of tiny, one drink and she tipsy
Always think she know something, be calling her gypsy
Told her, "Believe it or not," she calling me Ripley
Aliens, yeah, the head outta this world
Took you to the Prada store, 'cause I'm proud of you, girl
Betcha don't know, probably 'cause it's too slept on
This that dope that make the block get they two-step on
You'll catch on

[Chorus:]
Betcha don't know what's going on (What's going on)
The streets don't love you like I do
Betcha don't know what's going on (What's going on)
The streets don't love you like I do
Ooh...