How Will

Lyrics

[Intro] Ayy, Steelz, I ain't gon' lie, man I just wanna talk shit on this beat right now I'ma do this Clicc style [Verse 1] Run around the streets, out workin' all week Deuce-4/7, I ain't gettin' no sleep Summertime comin' and I gotta put my whites on Get these old-schools right and keep the lights on Ayy, bro, nigga, where you from? That's the language Catch a nigga slippin', he might say he ain't bangin' When it get hot, it be all kinda situations The FBI startin' all kinda investigations Baby girl, back it up and shake it on my zipper If it don't get hard, then that mean I don't feel it We movin' on to the next episode My entire catalog is a couple million sold Bitch, quit playin', I'm a nigga, just admit it You done been to my house, quit lyin' to your nigga She done wеnt to the 'Gram and erased thе DMs How the fuck am I thirsty, bitch? You need to quit it Sometimes, I like hangin' in the hood Sometimes, I like goin' Hollywood Sometimes, I like jumpin' on a jet Goin' overseas on a week-long trip Add it up, bag it up Spend the cash, tax-deducted I be spendin' euro and I be spendin' yen Give me fried rice and put a gang of shrimp [Interlude] Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy This shit feel good, you know what I mean? I feel like jumpin' in my MC, takin' the T-tops off Do a hundred through South Central We gon' slide up Broadway Gon' slide up Imperial, Slauson, we gon' hit the Shaw, you know what I mean? [Verse 2] Niggas got secrets and they need to make confessions Ain't no in between, tellin' is tellin' Rap sheet full of felonies with my name on it Murder investigations, but I ain't never say nothin' Thought I'd be dead by now, but I'm here ballin' In NYC, wheat Timbs, buyin' Louis Vuitton It's up, high fashion, high power Clicc shake, backhand after two high-fives Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer This car a quarter-million, what you stop me for? Please take these fuckin' cuffs off of us And thousand-gram chains is the law for us [Outro] Rule number one We ain't talkin' to no motherfuckin' cops, you know what I'm sayin'? I don't give a fuck If it's about the opps We keep that shit in the streets We keep that shit G Every hood got 'em, though, my hood got 'em, your hood got 'em More power to the real ones, though This shit don't stop G Slim's Revenge Steelz on the motherfuckin' beat, Steelz get a check