How It Goes

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Oh my, a bitch don't like broke boys So if she leave me then she fuckin' wit' my homeboys Rich gang, gold band, blue strip gang Thought the game was on lock 'til the Crip came Bust brains it's a Benz not a Mustang Sippin' out the bottle we don't need a cup maine You can tell by the test that I'm gang bangin' That bitch'll fuck you if you broke but ya name ringin' Tired of these niggas claimin' my city I'm the only Crip poppin' that is not Nipsey I been got the strap before they shot 50 Sold crack to a smoker lookin' like Whitney Blue rag hangin' out the back side, only on the left side, yeah that's the Crip side Snoop said it first I just said it better Fuck a stripper named "Fendi" in a Gucci sweater Whole lotta gang shit, gang shit All my ex's pussy good but they ain't shit Whole lotta gang shit, gang shit All my ex's pussy good but they ain't shit [Hook] {x2} Oh my, it's just me and my wolves I put the bros before hoes I need racks for a show That how it goes [Verse 2] Oh my, mama ain't raise a hoe Big gun let it blow just to let a nigga know Don't try me I'll take the 12 on a high speed, [?] like a hot seat All black I think I'm Spike Lee Is you rollin' bitch? I might be I don't wear condoms with the wifey and I don't give a fuck if you don't like me Uhh Jiggle on the jet ski's lookin' crazy My patna really in the kitchen out here cookin' baby Hoes like dope boys Oh my, bitch don't like broke boys I said it last verse I just said it better Fuck a stripper named "Fendi" in a Louie sweater Whole lotta gang shit, gang shit All my ex's pussy good but they ain't shit Whole lotta gang shit, gang shit All my ex's pussy good but they ain't shit [Hook]