How Lyrics

Yuh

They be like how?

How you doing all that shit?

How you making all them hits? (Yea, yea)

(How you making all them hits?) (Yea)

(If I get caught you know I won't switch)

Yea

I'm with this bitch and she came with a bitch

I'm in the spot and I'm high as it gets

Walking around like I'm forgetting shit

Maison Margiela got paint on my kicks

Maison Mihara got wax on my toe

I'm with this hoe and you know how that go

Fuck a hater I been counting these rolls

Every single day my money growing

Yea

I just be chilling, kicking like a punt

I'm in the stu' rolling up a blunt

Bitches be looking for me, Easter hunt

I'm on the east side of fucking SA

I just be chilling bruh, with my ese's

Bad bitch yea she come writing my essays

I'm about to bust like a fucking levee

Smoking some zaza bitch I'm levitating

Needed some rest, yes I'm on vacation

Switching it up, used to fuck with Satan

I'm really humble please don't test my patience

Need me a Xan just because I'm anxious

Sometimes I hate bitches 'cause they ain't shit

I'm trying to love not be on no hate shit

I hate myself when I'm on some hate shit

Who else you know really fucking trying

Trying to do something different this time

I'm on the highway bitch and I'm flying

I said "I love you" bitch I might be lying

This hoe got good hair yea she like a lion

Yea she a Leo, bitch I check the signs

Throwing up blues counting dollar signs

We in this bitch mixing like some science

We in this bitch mixing like some chemistry

I'm in the stu' and I got some drugs next to me

I'm in the spot and I got my gun next to me (Ugh)

Yea, nice to meet ya

I'm on the court not on the bleachers

Going global bitch you cannot reach us

To be honest I'd be surprised (Yes I would)

If somebody broke my trust

Yea and if anybody fucking tried

They'd be a pile of dust

Bitch, we on the winning side, steady counting all them bucks

They be like "How you live yo' life?"

I don't be giving no fucks

Baby let's go one more time

Fuck 'till the fucking sun come up (Yea)

I loop the beat 'cause I ain't said enough

Talking shit bitch I'm calling ya bluff

Look around yea the world looking rough

The pain of the world is the pain of its people

Sometimes I feel like we stuck in the prequel

The shit that be good they be calling illegal

How hard is it for us to be equal?

How long until we enter the sequel?

I'm in the trap looking through the peephole

Trying to make sure ain't no fucking popo

Rest in peace yea, to my fucking Popo

Big shoutout yea to my granny

Always told me I could win a grammy

I could never switch up on my fam

Not talking blood, talking about who will hold my hand

Yea

I'm with this bitch and she came with a bitch

I'm in the spot and I'm high as it gets

Walking around like I'm forgetting shit

Maison Margiela got paint on my kicks

Maison Mihara got wax on my toe

I'm with this hoe and you know how that go

Fuck a hater I been counting these rolls

Every single day my money growing

(Sipping drank bitch I'm just pouring up, no I'm not slowing down) (Yea)

(Big ass choppa got hundred rounds)

(They be like how, how?)

(Wow, wow)