How Tf?
How The Fuck
How The Fuck
How The Fuck
How The Fuck
How The Fuck
How The Fuck
How The Fuck
How The Fuck
How The Fuck you got a gun
But ain't never slide
And How The Fuck
you claim them your niggas
But don't never ride
Got me stunting on these fuck niggas
Hanging out the roof
Got my gun sounding crazy
That bitch going boom boom boom
Got hella diamonds on my wrist
And Niggas want it but they can't
And I said fuck a foreign
Got me swerving in a tank
And these niggas think they see me
But they really fucking can't
I was swerving on the freeway
Almost scratched my fucking paint
I be going fucking stupid in the muhfucking booth
And I got hella money now
Put diamonds on my tooth
Hit this lil thot from the back
And That bit call me Babe Ruth
Never switch up on the gang
And that's the muhfucking truth
How The Fuck
How The Fuck
How The Fuck
How The Fuck
How The Fuck
How The Fuck
How The Fuck
How The Fuck
All up in the mall
A Nigga finally popping tags
Remember I couldn't shop nowhere
Now I shop at Saks
Got these hoes calling up my phone
Cause a Nigga made it
But I said nah fuck these bitches
These bitches outdated
Walking up and down the street
Nigga carrying the Glock
Let a Nigga say the wrong word
I'm shooting the top
And I got hella guns yea
Nigga ain't no props
These niggas think I'm fucking worried
Bitch I got hella opps
How The Fuck
How The Fuck
How The Fuck
How The Fuck
How The Fuck
How The Fuck
How The Fuck
How The Fuck you got a gun
But ain't never slide
And How The Fuck
you claim them your niggas
But don't never ride
Got me stunting on these fuck niggas
Hanging out the roof
Got my gun sounding crazy
That bitch going boom boom boom
Got hella diamonds on my wrist
And Niggas want it but they can't
And I said fuck a foreign
Got me swerving in a tank
And these niggas think they see me
But they really fucking can't
I was swerving on the freeway
Almost scratched my fucking paint
I be going fucking stupid in the muhfucking booth
And I got hella money now
Put diamonds on my tooth
Hit this lil thot from the back
And That bit call me Babe Ruth
Never switch up on the gang
And that's the muhfucking truth
How The Fuck
How The Fuck
How The Fuck
How The Fuck
How The Fuck
How The Fuck
How The Fuck
How The Fuck
All up in the mall
A Nigga finally popping tags
Remember I couldn't shop nowhere
Now I shop at Saks
Got these hoes calling up my phone
Cause a Nigga made it
But I said nah fuck these bitches
These bitches outdated
Walking up and down the street
Nigga carrying the Glock
Let a Nigga say the wrong word
I'm shooting the top
And I got hella guns yea
Nigga ain't no props
These niggas think I'm fucking worried
Bitch I got hella opps
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