Lyrics How It Go - Fredo Bang

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