Lyrics to How It Go
That nigga ain't gon' stop touch of us, believe me, you heard me
It's gon' be you and me
(Ain't that DJ Chose over there)
What it is
(Ooh, that's a Hardbody beat)
Speaking on my name, better keep that iron with you
They say they down to ride, but ask them if they dying with you
My partner died, your partner died, you just don't post your nigga
I call a play, youngin' gon' blitz, I'm tryna coach that nigga
Toast a nigga soul with this Draco, you know it's fucking real
Catch a nigga lacking, hit his stomach, I think I snapped a rib
Walking line on papers, people watching but I'm thuggin' still
Your partner died, the price up on his head, you know I paid the bill
Simping like he got it on the low, fuck the price tag
Five just hit my phone like, "You a pit, you better bite back"
Osama say fuck all them bitch ass niggas that can't never get they dawg back
Go and get a runner, I just zipped 'em through my CashApp
Killers in your bushes tryna see what all that beef 'bout
Catch him in the driveway and get the chance to leave out
Swerving in the runner tryna make today his last, dawg
Hit him with that pool play, how it go? Take a nigga soul
Killers in your bushes tryna see what all that beef 'bout
Catch him in the driveway and get the chance to leave out
Swerving in the runner tryna make today his last, dawg
Hit him with that pool play, how it go? Take a nigga soul
Million dollars off a tape, but still'll pop, nigga
Ain't shit changed, I'm stilla stay, I'm hollering free Lil Bop, nigga
Stood up like a man up in the can and they can vouch, nigga
Share the set with plently opps and all them used to fuck with me
Bitch, you know I'm really G
R.I.P. my nigga Gee
Niggas hating bad, they doing sad, they want my energy
Pussy run up stupid, do him bad, empty the magazine
Draco hit that ass, he get to singing like he playing a beat
I'm just tryna be at peace
Tryna sell my life on beats
I promise I ain't lying, dawg
I'm tryna put that iron down
My bank account sittin' swole, might spend it all just on bodies
Piss me off and I see red, put that bag up on your motherfucking head
Killers in your bushes tryna see what all that beef 'bout
Catch him in the driveway and get the chance to leave out
Swerving in the runner tryna make today his last, dawg
Hit him with that pool play, how it go? Take a nigga soul
Killers in your bushes tryna see what all that beef 'bout
Catch him in the driveway and get the chance to leave out
Swerving in the runner tryna make today his last, dawg
Hit him with that pool play, how it go? Take a nigga soul
It's gon' be you and me
(Ain't that DJ Chose over there)
What it is
(Ooh, that's a Hardbody beat)
Speaking on my name, better keep that iron with you
They say they down to ride, but ask them if they dying with you
My partner died, your partner died, you just don't post your nigga
I call a play, youngin' gon' blitz, I'm tryna coach that nigga
Toast a nigga soul with this Draco, you know it's fucking real
Catch a nigga lacking, hit his stomach, I think I snapped a rib
Walking line on papers, people watching but I'm thuggin' still
Your partner died, the price up on his head, you know I paid the bill
Simping like he got it on the low, fuck the price tag
Five just hit my phone like, "You a pit, you better bite back"
Osama say fuck all them bitch ass niggas that can't never get they dawg back
Go and get a runner, I just zipped 'em through my CashApp
Killers in your bushes tryna see what all that beef 'bout
Catch him in the driveway and get the chance to leave out
Swerving in the runner tryna make today his last, dawg
Hit him with that pool play, how it go? Take a nigga soul
Killers in your bushes tryna see what all that beef 'bout
Catch him in the driveway and get the chance to leave out
Swerving in the runner tryna make today his last, dawg
Hit him with that pool play, how it go? Take a nigga soul
Million dollars off a tape, but still'll pop, nigga
Ain't shit changed, I'm stilla stay, I'm hollering free Lil Bop, nigga
Stood up like a man up in the can and they can vouch, nigga
Share the set with plently opps and all them used to fuck with me
Bitch, you know I'm really G
R.I.P. my nigga Gee
Niggas hating bad, they doing sad, they want my energy
Pussy run up stupid, do him bad, empty the magazine
Draco hit that ass, he get to singing like he playing a beat
I'm just tryna be at peace
Tryna sell my life on beats
I promise I ain't lying, dawg
I'm tryna put that iron down
My bank account sittin' swole, might spend it all just on bodies
Piss me off and I see red, put that bag up on your motherfucking head
Killers in your bushes tryna see what all that beef 'bout
Catch him in the driveway and get the chance to leave out
Swerving in the runner tryna make today his last, dawg
Hit him with that pool play, how it go? Take a nigga soul
Killers in your bushes tryna see what all that beef 'bout
Catch him in the driveway and get the chance to leave out
Swerving in the runner tryna make today his last, dawg
Hit him with that pool play, how it go? Take a nigga soul
