[Intro]
You know how it go
(BassKids on the beat)
You know how it go
You know how it go
[Chorus]
You know how it go, ayy
Baby, you know how it go, ayy, ayy
I'm doin' shows on the road, ayy
Gettin' dough, girl, you know how it go, ayy
Fuckin' hoes, girl, you know how it go, ayy
Countin' rolls, girl, you know how it go
I got my pole, girl, you know how it go
I can't trust a soul, girl, you know how it go
[Verse 1]
Ayy, I be countin' stacks, smokin' Thrax on the road
After she give me neck, break the back on your ho
I ain't with that cappin', put a cap in your skull
I know it's usually Tray Savage, but I got this MAC to your skull, ayy
Give my thirty to Tadoe
Bullets fly like birdies, so lay low
Like Friends, niggas actin', so it's me and bankroll
I am pistol packin' and I know it, I don't need to say so
Smoking' loud pack for my problems
But I got a MAC that'll solve them
I tote thirties, no revolver
Aim at your medulla like, "Now what?"
Kush got me brain damaged, smokin' all this sour
And I got my cowboys for all these cowards
He say he a clout boy, then fuckin' cloud them
Fuckin' with my racks, boy, buckshots gon' find him
He say he a clout boy, then fuckin' cloud them
Fuckin' with my racks, boy, buckshots gon' find him
You know how it go
(BassKids on the beat)
You know how it go
You know how it go
[Chorus]
You know how it go, ayy
Baby, you know how it go, ayy, ayy
I'm doin' shows on the road, ayy
Gettin' dough, girl, you know how it go, ayy
Fuckin' hoes, girl, you know how it go, ayy
Countin' rolls, girl, you know how it go
I got my pole, girl, you know how it go
I can't trust a soul, girl, you know how it go
[Verse 1]
Ayy, I be countin' stacks, smokin' Thrax on the road
After she give me neck, break the back on your ho
I ain't with that cappin', put a cap in your skull
I know it's usually Tray Savage, but I got this MAC to your skull, ayy
Give my thirty to Tadoe
Bullets fly like birdies, so lay low
Like Friends, niggas actin', so it's me and bankroll
I am pistol packin' and I know it, I don't need to say so
Smoking' loud pack for my problems
But I got a MAC that'll solve them
I tote thirties, no revolver
Aim at your medulla like, "Now what?"
Kush got me brain damaged, smokin' all this sour
And I got my cowboys for all these cowards
He say he a clout boy, then fuckin' cloud them
Fuckin' with my racks, boy, buckshots gon' find him
He say he a clout boy, then fuckin' cloud them
Fuckin' with my racks, boy, buckshots gon' find him
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