How It Go lyrics

[Verse 1]
You can have my old hoe, that sh*t old news
I been standing on that business ‘fore I bought my own shoes
pus*y low and ain’t got mileage like a vintage old school
Let him play, I’m on his ass ‘cause I can’t go like ol’ dude
Hop out with a ten of dog sh*t, that’s a scooby snack
Turn on Netflix then hit the hoe, then run the movie back
Wherever this hoe smell that baccarat that’s where she screw me at
Garfield, I’m in the movies playing with that cootie-cat
b*tches left the show, when I’m in my Beamer got some broads in it
Ima make this hoe sing “Hallelujah”, like I’m God in it
We got fish scales inside the trap I brought my rod in it
I just bought a house, six car garage, but ain’t no cars in it
They keep asking how I got where I’m at, I told them, “God did it”
Me and Tracc pull up double R Ghost came with the stars in it
If they had a real n*gga award I’ll play a part in it
Told lil bro he want the sh*t to blow then put your heart in it

[Chorus]
I got cubans on my neck, I got pointers on my wrist
I got women ‘cross the world but I’m still balling with my b*tch
She don’t like the way I treat her, she gon’ tell you I ain’t sh*t
That’s just how sh*t go

[Verse 2]
Tell her drop a lo’, she send a pin, I pull up right away
Don’t know where I be without this beat I’ll throw that mic
We gon’ heat him up and box him in just like a microwave
If he roll the dice he pay the price, we take his life away
She a groupie, threw that coochie on the first link
pus*y came with holy water like a church sink
She came to kick it with a boss and now her shirt mink
I just put a dub in her Bottega now her purse deep
I’m the type to put her on a flight ‘cause we ain’t f*ck in months
This b*tch super thick, I seen her backside from the f*cking front, huh
Beat her down, turn her around, take this uppercut, huh
Got a man, she think ai still be thinking I’m f*cking such and such
[Chorus]
I got cubans on my neck, I got pointers on my wrist
I got women ‘cross the world but I’m still balling with my b*tch
She don’t like the way I treat her, she gon’ tell you I ain’t sh*t
That’s just how sh*t go
I got cubans on my neck, I got pointers on my wrist
I got women ‘cross the world but I’m still balling with my b*tch
She don’t like the way I treat her, she gon’ tell you I ain’t sh*t
That’s just how sh*t go