HOW TF ft. Therealwoody Lyrics

How to fuck

Yeah, D-Block' shit

Niggas know that we fuckin'

How the fuck you turnt

You can't provide or put on for your camp

You not like one of us

How the fuck

You say you solid , but you told on such, such

Man, give it up

We seen that paperwork, that black and white stuff

Don't play with rats

If one play with me, that rat gon' get touched

Don't know why the fuck you save up all that bread just to give it up

We spin this block

Gotta do it right, can't have no hiccup

I'm in my runners

Gotta track him down, I better not miss none

I'm tired of buzzin' plays I send the bros go get it

They do pick upsI told My zoe He Straight

He gotta do that time with his chin up and his chest out

That time gon' fly, you know you in and out

This opp I shut him down, he ain't bout that i

Had to figure him out

How the fuck you dissin'

Don't got no cheese

Better watch your mouth

How the fuck you turnt

I'm outside, you somewhere in the house

I took a loss, I turned it to a lesson when I was in a drought

I really wanna know

Why the fuck they Vouchin ' for a Mouse

We cannot do business

I'ma shoot you if this shit goes south

My trigger finger itchin', can't wait to see you

He wanna talk it out

You don't wanna spark it out

One left for dead, they bout to chalk him out

Ain't tryna run around

Cause I'm asthmatic this bean gon' hulk you down

How the fuck his team switchin' up

Got different players now

How the fuck my team goin' up

Cause we gon' play around

How the fuck we get back this same day

My niggas don't play around

Why the fuck I mix these perks with juice

It got me sinkin' down

I'm tired of playin' chess

You made your move, now give me my fuckin' crown

Don't name drop any songs, so why you feel it

I bet you feel em now

That nigga was low this summer

Down bad bout that runner

eater she leave in the mornin'

Smokin' his gunja

Can't condone dishonor

How you gon' tell to your honor

boy , you can't be my opponent

pointing an snitchin and you know that them niggas be listenin'

I don't get it

You sayin' you bout it, you better be payin' attention

It don't take too much for my young niggas to hop out and handle the mission

Hop out the bushes, we leavin' them missin'

He can't even make it to Christmas

I'm crossing ' him off

I'm knockin' him off

That nigga, the hit on

my wish list

She wanna go raw

I'm flickin' her off like, baby, don't give me no kisses

I'm bringin' my dogs

They wanna go off

Ain't never been holding no leashes

I'm standin' real tall

My money real large was Never the type in the bleachers

You wanna go off

This 40 the ball and I'm hittin' the shot from the bleachers

You not one of mine's or one of the guy's

Hell no, you can't get no features

You not the Gang