How It’s Going (feat. Rob49)
(Wheezy outta here)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I put a AP on my left wrist
I put a carrier up on my bitch
I put a Rolex on my brother arm
That's exactly how that shit been goin'
Yeah, I drive that Chevy like a Rolls
Mouth full of gold
Rich nigga still will fuck a project ho
I'm saggin' cause I got it from my daddy
My mama knew I was a problem when she had me
These niggas talk behind my back like I'm the reason they ain't dead
I fuck around and run it up, that's the reason why they stuck
I got too much paper, I made it kind of hard to go to war
Let Young Glo hang out the car
No she get wetter with her mouth
Don't count the hood, preacher got a plug who
I say it's so fuckin' big I think it need a bathroom stall
Wake up in the mornin', hundred K on my dresser
Don't call yourself no opp if you ain't apply pressure
I walk on stage, fans call my name, the streets do too
Free Cortez, he know three numbers, 762
Why the police take my rifle, I got deals to catch too
I'm saggin' cause I got it from my daddy
My mama knew I was a problem when she had me
I drive that Chevy like a Rolls
Mouth full of gold
Rich nigga still will fuck a project tho
I put a AP on my left wrist
I put a carrier up on my bitch
I put a Rolex on my brother arm
That's exactly how that shit been goin'
Yeah, that's exactly how that shit been goin'
Yeah, that's exactly how that shit been goin'
Yeah, that's exactly how that shit been goin'
Yeah, that's exactly how that shit been goin'
Yeah, that's exactly how that shit been goin'
I been in the mode, I'm flippin' hoes like I ain't got no girl
Diamonds like broke glass, I'm in the Trackhawk screamin' "Free Lil Trell"
Glock it to my left, P pusher, bad ho flipper
Sellin' thousand pounds of bale
Once you said that, can't erase that, better stand on what you feel
I'm in knee deep in the drug life, and no nigga gon' bring me fear
From New Orleans in the BR, we who put holes to the chest
762 like a missile, oh, you love me, get me tatted
I'm cuttin' from different fabric, niggas cotton, and I'm solid
He ain't tied in, nigga Lyin', VM, Vulture Master
I was cuttin' school with em', nigga act like they don't remember
I sold weed, I crack cars, I'm a real hood nigga
I put a AP on my left wrist
I put a carrier up on my bitch
I put a Rolex on my brother arm
That's exactly how that shit been goin'
Yeah, that's exactly how that shit been goin'
Yeah, that's exactly how that shit been goin'
Yeah, that's exactly how that shit been goin'
Yeah, that's exactly how that shit been goin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I put a AP on my left wrist
I put a carrier up on my bitch
I put a Rolex on my brother arm
That's exactly how that shit been goin'
Yeah, I drive that Chevy like a Rolls
Mouth full of gold
Rich nigga still will fuck a project ho
I'm saggin' cause I got it from my daddy
My mama knew I was a problem when she had me
These niggas talk behind my back like I'm the reason they ain't dead
I fuck around and run it up, that's the reason why they stuck
I got too much paper, I made it kind of hard to go to war
Let Young Glo hang out the car
No she get wetter with her mouth
Don't count the hood, preacher got a plug who
I say it's so fuckin' big I think it need a bathroom stall
Wake up in the mornin', hundred K on my dresser
Don't call yourself no opp if you ain't apply pressure
I walk on stage, fans call my name, the streets do too
Free Cortez, he know three numbers, 762
Why the police take my rifle, I got deals to catch too
I'm saggin' cause I got it from my daddy
My mama knew I was a problem when she had me
I drive that Chevy like a Rolls
Mouth full of gold
Rich nigga still will fuck a project tho
I put a AP on my left wrist
I put a carrier up on my bitch
I put a Rolex on my brother arm
That's exactly how that shit been goin'
Yeah, that's exactly how that shit been goin'
Yeah, that's exactly how that shit been goin'
Yeah, that's exactly how that shit been goin'
Yeah, that's exactly how that shit been goin'
Yeah, that's exactly how that shit been goin'
I been in the mode, I'm flippin' hoes like I ain't got no girl
Diamonds like broke glass, I'm in the Trackhawk screamin' "Free Lil Trell"
Glock it to my left, P pusher, bad ho flipper
Sellin' thousand pounds of bale
Once you said that, can't erase that, better stand on what you feel
I'm in knee deep in the drug life, and no nigga gon' bring me fear
From New Orleans in the BR, we who put holes to the chest
762 like a missile, oh, you love me, get me tatted
I'm cuttin' from different fabric, niggas cotton, and I'm solid
He ain't tied in, nigga Lyin', VM, Vulture Master
I was cuttin' school with em', nigga act like they don't remember
I sold weed, I crack cars, I'm a real hood nigga
I put a AP on my left wrist
I put a carrier up on my bitch
I put a Rolex on my brother arm
That's exactly how that shit been goin'
Yeah, that's exactly how that shit been goin'
Yeah, that's exactly how that shit been goin'
Yeah, that's exactly how that shit been goin'
Yeah, that's exactly how that shit been goin'
Credits
Writer(s): Robert Thomas, Kobe Crawford, Wesley Glass
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