Testo How It Go - Fredo Bang
Testo della canzone How It Go (Fredo Bang), tratta dall'album In The Name Of Gee (Still Most Hated)
That nigga ain't gon' stop 'til none of us breathing, you heard me?
It's gon' be you or me
(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?) yeah, what it is
(Ooh, that's a Hardbody beat) Slatt, bitch
Speakin' on my name, better keep that iron with you
They say they down to ride, but ask 'em if they dyin' with you
My partner died, your partner died, you just don't post your nigga
I call a player, youngin' gon' blitz, I'm tryna coach that nigga
Toast a nigga soul with this Draco,you know it's fuckin' real
Catch a nigga lacking, hit his stomach, I think I snapped a rib
Walking line on papers, people watching, but I'm thuggin' still
Your partner died, the price up on his head, you know I paid the bill
Simping like he got it on the low, fuck the price tag
Five 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 my Cash App
Killers in your bushes tryna see what all that beef 'bout
Catch 'em in the driveway, ain't get the chance to leave out
Swervin' in a rental, tryna make today his last, dawg
Hit 'em with that pole, play it how it go, take that nigga soul
Killers in your bushes tryna see what all that beef 'bout
Catch 'em in the driveway, ain't get the chance to leave out
Swerving in a rental, tryna make today his last, dawg
Hit 'em with that pole, play it how it go, take that nigga soul
Million dollars off a tape but still a pop nigga
Ain't 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 used to fuck with me
Bitch, you know I'm really G, R.I.P. 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
I promise I ain't lyin', dawg, I'm tryna put that iron down
My bank account sittin' swole, might spend it all just on bodies
Piss me off, and I see red, put that bag up on your motherfuckin' head
Killers in your bushes tryna see what all that beef 'bout
Catch 'em in the driveway, ain't get the chance to leave out
Swervin' in a rental, tryna make today his last, dawg
Hit 'em with that pole, play it how it go, take that nigga soul
Killers in your bushes tryna see what all that beef 'bout
Catch 'em in the driveway, ain't get the chance to leave out
Swervin' in a rental, tryna make today his last, dawg
Hit 'em with that pole, play it how it go, take that nigga soul
My bank account sittin' swole, might spend it all just on bodies
Piss me off, and I see red, put that bag up on your motherfuckin' head
(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?)
(Ooh, that's a Hardbody beat)
Credits
Writer(s): Norman Payne, Fredrick Ii Givens, Jackie Plant
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