How the f**k (feat. BWO & Rawkii)
How the fuck my bitch so bad?
How the fuck you got no bag?
How the fuck your life so sad?
Woah
Woah
Ran up a check my life so crazy
Fucking your bitch
She want baby
Woah
Want my baby
Yeah
Woah
Gt three got bloody interior
So much money I can't hear ya
Off this perc I can't steer ya
Woah
How the fuck is this lane on my stereo
Got your bitch all up on my glizzy hoe
Sipping syrup this shit got me dizzy woah
Run up a check and I keep me a burner
Fucking your bitch how you ain't heard her
Killing the pussy call it a murder
Gas in my blunt it got me sleep
X on my tongue it got me geeked
Cartier shades all on my face
You try my gang we run this fade
Ya
We run this fade
Dick in her guts and she screaming my name
Omg is that lvne?
Body bag boys we going insane
Lambo truck cost three mill
My bitch eat me just like meal
Stacking my guap you know the deal
Yeah
Shotty in my trunk
No double pump
Your girl
Love my cum
Ink on my body
Swerving the mozi
Get back in the lobby
Rapping a hobby
Your bitch give me sloppy
On a boat
Who is you
No I don't know
Come get your girl I'm in her throat
Rawkii and bwo we let this bitch blow!
How the fuck my bitch so bad?
How the fuck you got no bag?
How the fuck your life so sad?
Woah
Woah
Ran up a check my life so crazy
Fucking your bitch
She want baby
Woah
Want my baby
Yeah
Woah
Gt three got bloody interior
So much money I can't hear ya
Off this perc I can't steer ya
Woah
Russ up next
Who the fuck is you
Run up a check
Money stick like glue
Wrist watch
Big yacht
You will never get that
All black maybach
Sitting at my huge flat
Shit wack
Quit the cap
Thinking that you all that
I'm back
You lack
You can never combat
I am a killer a monster
I do this for Sparta
You do this for insta
Whole lotta red imposter
Like I said
I'm the best
Like I said
Watch your neck
Like I said
Don't contest
Because we won't catch when you fall back
How the fuck my bitch so bad?
How the fuck you got no bag?
How the fuck your life so sad?
Woah
Woah
Ran up a check my life so crazy
Fucking your bitch
She want baby
Woah
Want my baby
Yeah
Woah
Gt three got bloody interior
So much money I can't hear ya
Off this perc I can't steer ya
Woah
How the fuck you got no bag?
How the fuck your life so sad?
Woah
Woah
Ran up a check my life so crazy
Fucking your bitch
She want baby
Woah
Want my baby
Yeah
Woah
Gt three got bloody interior
So much money I can't hear ya
Off this perc I can't steer ya
Woah
How the fuck is this lane on my stereo
Got your bitch all up on my glizzy hoe
Sipping syrup this shit got me dizzy woah
Run up a check and I keep me a burner
Fucking your bitch how you ain't heard her
Killing the pussy call it a murder
Gas in my blunt it got me sleep
X on my tongue it got me geeked
Cartier shades all on my face
You try my gang we run this fade
Ya
We run this fade
Dick in her guts and she screaming my name
Omg is that lvne?
Body bag boys we going insane
Lambo truck cost three mill
My bitch eat me just like meal
Stacking my guap you know the deal
Yeah
Shotty in my trunk
No double pump
Your girl
Love my cum
Ink on my body
Swerving the mozi
Get back in the lobby
Rapping a hobby
Your bitch give me sloppy
On a boat
Who is you
No I don't know
Come get your girl I'm in her throat
Rawkii and bwo we let this bitch blow!
How the fuck my bitch so bad?
How the fuck you got no bag?
How the fuck your life so sad?
Woah
Woah
Ran up a check my life so crazy
Fucking your bitch
She want baby
Woah
Want my baby
Yeah
Woah
Gt three got bloody interior
So much money I can't hear ya
Off this perc I can't steer ya
Woah
Russ up next
Who the fuck is you
Run up a check
Money stick like glue
Wrist watch
Big yacht
You will never get that
All black maybach
Sitting at my huge flat
Shit wack
Quit the cap
Thinking that you all that
I'm back
You lack
You can never combat
I am a killer a monster
I do this for Sparta
You do this for insta
Whole lotta red imposter
Like I said
I'm the best
Like I said
Watch your neck
Like I said
Don't contest
Because we won't catch when you fall back
How the fuck my bitch so bad?
How the fuck you got no bag?
How the fuck your life so sad?
Woah
Woah
Ran up a check my life so crazy
Fucking your bitch
She want baby
Woah
Want my baby
Yeah
Woah
Gt three got bloody interior
So much money I can't hear ya
Off this perc I can't steer ya
Woah
Credits
Writer(s): Russell White
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