xXSmokey - How It Goes Lyrics

I get bandz, bandz, you know I get racks
F*ck his baby mom, right in the back
She runnin' long like she was in track
F*ck that hoe, I won't double back

I'm f*ckin' yo' bitch in the Superbowl
I'm f*ckin' yo' bitch, I ain't cumin' hoe
Poppin'sum percs, you know I fell in luv wit those
Crack an op top like a sprite, you know how it go

Keep on, keep on movin', f*ck yo hoe
You know I'm gon' do it f*ck is you on
When you keep pursuin' work so hard
To do what I'm doin', yeah

Keep on, keep on movin', f*ck yo hoe
You know I'm gon' do it f*ck is you want
When we spot our opps, just know that we shootin
We goin' dumb like we the three stooges

I block my location, and you know how I move, baby
When do we move? We move in at eight
Glock on my hip, just to be safe
Got an extended clip, we ride today

Uh, I'm makin' baller moves
Hoes keep on comin' to
Wanna know what I'ma do
Niggas talkin shit, you too

That lil' bitch said I came way too strong
She puttin her weave on
Never leave the house without my chrome
We live in a warzone

She suckin' my dick, my dick get way too long
She callin me King Kong
That lil' bitch she said she
Love my songs, so she finna sing along

She really want that rich sex
Sex
On a private jet
Love is a process
So let's not lose our progress

She wanna see me undressed
She ain't had enough yet
She just want me obsessed
Ay, ay, ay

Drop him down, mash a nigga up
Got my dick on her breath every time she talk
Lil' dumbass hoe tryna kiss when I walk
There's a crime on this game, but there is no chalk

Keep talkin' on me, I'll wet a nigga up
Look straight in my eye, bitch, I don't give a f*ck
Stayed causing havoc, got a bad bitch
The glock in the back of my truck

Ay, ay, drop him down, mash it up
Smack her ass just like Chris Tuck
Pour some lean inside my cup
Pour some more, I ain't have enough

For my gang, I'll never switch
Mouth closed, I'll never switch
Never trust no hoe, that's just how it, how it goes

I get bandz, bandz, you know I get racks
F*ck his baby mama right in the back
She running long like she was in track
F*ck that hoe, I won't double back

Oh, I'm f*ckin' your bitch in the Super Bowl
I'm f*ckin' your bitch but I ain cumin hoe
Poppin' some percs, you know I'm fell in luv wit those
Crack an op top like a Sprite, you know how it goes