Testo How We Do - Sheek Louch

How We Do

You know how we do, nigga
You know what we bring through
You know them niggas is bitch, sweet as a Mountain Doo
Them niggas know my crew, them D-Block niggas coming through
Like OK, like who the fuck you talking to?
I don't fear those niggas, I don't hear those niggas
I'm solid, I don't fuck around with weirdo niggas
We broke, we broke, I'm rich, you rich
There's too many out there, homie, I don't need your bitch
Fuck a bitch, I love my niggas more
Just be cairful with them snakes, niggas gotta be sure
If you ain't see me back then, I was bagging that raw
If you don't see me right now, you gotta be tall

Nigga, where your bottles at?
Homie, where your credit card?
She done bend it over, bust it open, get my dick hard
We gon' pull them trucks up
We gon' throw them 1's up
And you ain't gon' be nothing but stare at us when we roll up
You gon' get your gun, OK, come right back
OK, you ain't gon' make it to your car, we don't play
OK, all that fronting, OK
All for nothing, OK
Fuck around, get you jammed up in broad day

You know how we do, nigga
I'll leave you, nigga
Lil shooter with me laughing, but he evil, nigga
I'm calm, thoughI
I pull up on your block, and ask a lil nigga where your mom go?
Some brown liquor, that Gary Payton
I barely know these niggas, why the fuck they hating?
That's why I only hang around with my brothers
And keep a couple credit cards in different colors
Don't make me bang on my chest, and

this bitch a mess

go get your vest
Silverback, you gon' have to impress
A hundred shots, I ain't coming with nothing less
Nigga

Nigga, where your bottles at?
Homie, where your credit card?
She done bend it over, bust it open, get my dick hard
We gon' pull them trucks up
We gon' throw them 1's up
And you ain't gon' be nothing but stare at us when we roll up
You gon' get your gun, OK, come right back
OK, you ain't gon' make it to your car, we don't play
OK, all that fronting, OK
All for nothing, OK
Fuck around, get you jammed up in broad day