Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song How It Go, artist - Fredo Bang.
Date of issue: 14.01.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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) |
Speakin on my name better keep that iron with ya |
They say they down to ride but ask em if they dyin with ya |
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 its fuckin real catch a nigga lackin hit his stomach I think I snapped |
a rib |
Walkin light on papers people watchin but I’m thuggin still |
Your partner died the price up on his head you know I paid the bill |
Seven like he got it on the love fuck the price tag |
5 just hit my phone like you a pit you better bite back |
Osama say fuck all them bitch ass niggas they can’t never get they dog back |
Go and get a rental I just zipped em through a cash app |
Killers in your bushes tryna see what all that be bought |
Catch em in the driveway ain’t get the chance to leave out |
Swervin in a rental tryna make this day his last dog |
Hit em with that pole play it how it go take that nigga soul |
Killers in your bushes tryna see what all that be bought |
Catch em in the driveway ain’t get the chance to leave out |
Swervin in a rental tryna make this day his last dog |
Hit em with that pole play it how it go take that nigga soul |
Million dollars off a tape but still a pop nigga |
Anit shit change I’m still the same I’m hollerin free lil bop nigga |
Stood up like a man up in the can and make they can vouch nigga |
Shared a cell with plenty opps and all them use to fuck with me |
Bitch you know I’m really G |
Rip my nigga Gee |
Niggas hatin bad they doin sad they want my energy |
Pussy run up stupid do em bad empty the magazine |
Draco hit that ass he get to singin like he pleasure p |
I’m just tryna be at peace |
Tryna sell my life on beats |
Promise I ain’t lying dog |
I’m tryna put that iron down |
My bank account sittin swoll might spend it all just on bodies |
Piss me off and I see red put that bag up on your motherfuking head |
Killers in your bushes tryna see what all that be bought |
Catch em in the driveway ain’t get the chance to leave out |
Swervin in a rental tryna make this day his last dog |
Hit em with that pole play it how it go take that nigga soul |
Killers in your bushes tryna see what all that be bought |
Catch em in the driveway ain’t get the chance to leave out |
Swervin in a rental tryna make this day his last dog |
Hit em with that pole play it how it go take that nigga soul |
My bank account sittin swoll might spend it all just on bodies |
Piss me off and I see red put that bag up on your motherfuking head |