How Da Fuck

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Slim Dunkin] How the fuck you living good? All you niggas looking broke Cause you drink the soda, don't mean you pushing coke Get that white girl, [?] I'm on chill, in a hundred degree weather Teach them how to stunt, turn a bitch into a cunt On the run you a mut, tutchdown, you a punt Take off like a motherfuckin rocket Bitch, get your hands out my pocket Plug like I stuck my finger in the socket Already ready, ain't gotta cock it Fuck that shit, fuck that nigga, his bitch suckin my dick I ain't no [?], but I'm all for the beef Pull up on me, Dirt Gang gon creep Run up on you in your house while you sleep How long it gon be? Less than a week Tryna hit a hundred hoes in a week Still a hundred deep, [?] [Chorus: Sy Ari da Kid] How the fuck I'm supposed to hide, with all these bitches on my dick? How the fuck I'm finna die with all these niggas in my clique? How the fuck I'm supposed to ride without them 4's on my whip? How the fuck I'm finna grind with all these police in my shit? [Verse 2: Sy Ari da Kid] How the fuck I make the moves? [?] like Papa John's They sleeping on me, put your pajamas on These rappers look like they balling and they boppers gone Till they pull up in the minivan like a soccer mom How the fuck I got a slut that don't know how to fuck? Fuck it, how the fuck I got the truck? Put my dollars up Ride around with a buntch of girls like a pouder puff Cuffing is a no no, like looking at your mama butt I'm the man, don't fuck with the grub I be off in the street, I be up in the club Suck my dick, in front of you pussys I should retire and go to college, cause I'm done with you pussys [Chorus: Sy Ari da Kid] How the fuck I'm supposed to hide, with all these bitches on my dick? How the fuck I'm finna die with all these niggas in my clique? How the fuck I'm supposed to ride without them 4's on my whip? How the fuck I'm finna grind with all these police in my shit? [Verse 3: Sy Ari da Kid] I've got 5, 10, 15 [?] If I see it and I want it, I'll take that shit You fucking with a nigga that'll break that bitch Mix my chips with the dip like Pringles They wanna coppy the flow like [?] When a nigga hear my single Put a hole in his head when the thing go Fuck what a nigga thought I was Bought a hundred bottles, and I'm bout my bud Hundreds in my pockets, that's in my jeans Got a hundred bitches on my team [?] probably on that lean Put a nigga kid on that bean machine I keep it clean, when I speak this mean I [?] when I leave the scene [?] nigga, you know what I mean [?] stop a nigga [?] leave a nigga silant Eat rappers like I eat a pile of beans Looking like I'm full of collard greens [?] [?] [Chorus: Sy Ari da Kid] How the fuck I'm supposed to hide, with all these bitches on my dick? How the fuck I'm finna die with all these niggas in my clique? How the fuck I'm supposed to ride without them 4's on my whip? How the fuck I'm finna grind with all these police in my shit?