How It Goes! Lyrics

Yeah, 2:30 in the morning bitch, sippin' Faygo

They was talking', where did they go?

He was hating, what does he know?

Yeah I've been counting my bankroll while my bro hit em' with like cinco

Came a long way from that small child that was brought up by the Winco

Came a long way from that small child that was singing up by the window

I'm talkin' bout that Green Gables, fed-way told me how this shit goes

I cannot fuck with no old hoes that's trynna slide, that shit gross

Yeah, she trynna take all my lingo

Yeah, I got a drum like Ringo

Don't give a fuck bout' a grown man that's trynna hate, he a old fan

I'm finna slide on his daughter, bitch we got' fuck around to some slow jams

And in case he trynna' talk down, we gon' hit him up, make him slow dance

And in case he trynna' talk down, make another hit, get more bands

Yeah, more bands

Yeah, More money, more problems

More problems, get to it

Had to pick up the toolie

Had to pick up the four-five

Bro aim it at both eyes

Bitch I'm really swervin' on the I, gotta make sure that I'm on time

Praise up to the Most High

I don't give a fuck boutta co-sign

Trynna set me up, she on both sides

Got twin hoes, they could both ride

Got twin Glocks that's Max Payne

Told me I'm making her back ache

Spend it all and make it back, hey

That shit you dropping was trash, aye

Yeah, 2:30 in the morning bitch, sippin' Faygo

They was talking', where did they go?

He was hating, what does he know?

Yeah I've been counting my bankroll while my bro hit em' with like cinco

Came a long way from that small child that was brought up by the Winco

Came a long way from that small child that was singing up by the window

I'm talkin' bout that Green Gables, fed-way told me how this shit goes

I cannot fuck with no old hoes that's trynna slide, that shit gross

Yeah, she trynna take all my lingo

Yeah, I got a drum like Ringo

Don't give a fuck bout' a grown man that's trynna hate, he a old fan

I'm finna slide on his daughter, bitch we got' fuck around to some slow jams

And in case he trynna' talk down, we gon' hit him up, make him slow dance

And in case he trynna' talk down, make another hit, get more bands

I went shopping with the gang, we on Rodeo

Told me that she trynna hang, K if you say so

I'm not really trynna wife up, gotta lay low

Fucked up in the crib, that's how my day go

2:30 in the morning bitch, sippin' Faygo

They was talking', where did they go?

He was hating, what does he know?

Yeah I've been counting my bankroll while my bro hit em' with like cinco

Came a long way from that small child that was brought up by the Winco