How It Go Lyrics

Kick back, door while im kick in' back doors

Pull up on that bitch, yeah

Nigga thinking' that he like that bro them, kick' in his door

We want everything, lil' bitch, everything, lssago

Now you hogtied, bitch, we gon' leave you on the floor

We not takin' shit off ya, and you better not ask' no more

Don't ask Ej what he bang, big brah gon up a four,

Niggas knowin' where I hang, I'm a Newman with the bros

Better not tell me about your girlfriend, we fuck niggas hoes

Nigga up, he think he poppin' shit, we takin' his bankroll

He want Get back, so he plottin', but we plottin' too

Talkin' bout your camp, got some bodies, we got bodies too

What you wanna do? Three gon' pull up, slime a nigga in that coupe

Used to hit the kitchen, niggas snitchin' like they Ratatouille

I knew niggas bitches, so I distance, I ain't scared of you

Lately, I been on top of my shit, I can't compare to you

We got scopes on top of ARPs, boy we gon' bury you

I'm too playa to get down on my knees, so who gon' marry who?

I'm so gangsta , I get up out my grave, I be back in a few,

Gotta go link up with Lil' V.Roy and take off to the moon

Nigga Tried to touch my pendant, and he heard a boom

Knocked him flat up on his ass, like, you's a fuckin' fool

You thought you was fuckin' slick, bitch, you's a fuckin' dude

Heard that nigga play with KB, must be YouTube

Pull up Paint that nigga house now, it's a red room

She wanna fuck, so I'm gon' take her to the red room

She wanna hit my blunt, I told her no, cause this some dead dudes

She got in her feelings, said, like, damn, boy, you dat rude

I said, yeah, I am, but I ain't fuckin' with your attitude

Beat that hoe down, my grandma came in told me to get a room

The bed loud, like, this shit I'm smoking, you can smell the fume

He smokin', bap I'm smokin', Za's and it's mixed in with the shroom

Nigga tried to sweep the block and drop his fuckin' broom

Bro need play's, so we headin' out, be back by noon

And if it's smoke, just have my back, I pop him like balloon

They say they fuck with my old shit, but I like auto-tune

I ain't knockin', I'm comin' through the door, so I tell him, make some room

She a thot, she fuckin' on the low, I'm fuckin' her, they don't know

I'm gon' pass her to my bro, when I'm here, no camera phone

She gon' miss me when I'm gone, I'm gone because I missed the bread

Sooner or later, I'ma miss the head, but I'm not jumpin' in her bed

I'ma be runnin' through her head, she can't get me out her head

She can feel me in her legs, we on the floor, don't need a bed

She know too much, she goin' fed, wonder what these niggas told her

I be passin' through your city, I got thots in Minnesota

I'll rock a nigga's shit, have him leanin' on his shoulder

We got choppers in this bitch, so don't think you gettin' over

Larry Lobster, that's a stick, hit this bitch and fold him over

He got caught he just a teen, Now he can't even get no older, bottom barrel got a bean

I put this on you niggas, they fucked up her self-esteem

I'm no better than them, I think I fell in love with Pouring Green

Cause I'm loaded than a bitch, Fuck this bitch and passin' her to the team

We done came all on this bitch, when we drill, we takin' niggas' life

So you can't come up on this, you can't come up on this mission

And you might tell,

he can't come up on this side, he get wrapped like Taco Bell,

I ain't in your state, gang, can you send it through the mail

I pull up, I'm gon' make it rain, I don't care about who in there

Cannon send a comb through that bitch, since he wicking up his hair

Don't bring no phone in this whip, the Glock bro got, came with a pair

We gon' sing a song to your whip, like what y'all listen to in there

Yeah, this shit gangsta I gottta light the gas

I heard niggas wanna snake me through the greatvine

We got cannons, we got bitches, this a great time

I got my fire on me right now, we let's meet up, this a great time

Boy, you can't get away, we take this shit to state lines

Nigga tryna take my brother, he gon' pay the fine

We could rob him for his cheddar, or just take his life

Cougar bitch, her name Coretta, and she hella fine

If I get her in the crib, it ain't no wasting time

It's only one night, baby, you can't press rewind

And we gon' load up today, it ain't no takin' mine

I shoot the bitch over my phone, ain't no breakin' mine

I got a blow up, right now, it ain't no wastin' time, gang

Man, this shit too long, man, I ain't finna rap on all this shit

Yeah, you get it though

You get it though