How We Do

Corner store, gangbanging flag with the fucking lord
Drugstores ain't got nothing on them drug lords
Fuck y'all, y'all soft suckers in the wrong war
So raw
Motherfucking walking through the block or
Bust out, fuck me, bitches get crossed out
My style: wild west, your style: no style
So wild, R-AV, fucking with your baby momma
You ain't got no problem with it
You ain't want no crazy drama
Family's on the line, Cadillac in the streets
Drivebys everyday, dead body industry
Everybody with me on this shit right here
Go shoot punk boys leave you with white hair
As we chilling real cool, eating plenty seafood
Swearing since preschool, whole family do
Talking loud, arguing, like we fucking need to
It's my people, yeah, you know how we do

That's right, yeah, you know how we do
(You know how we do, how we do)
That's me and my people
(My people, my people)
That's right, yeah, you know how we do
(You know how we do, how we do)
My people
My people, yeah, this how we do

Critically acclaimed from the bottom of the gun shakes
Tape with the suns, the guns, and the bunts placed
Got this rap shit paved
The definition, the game
Haters lackin, check your game
Dominated '03, got my ear to the beat
And I rose through the ranks
Never go broke, yeah they keep a fat bank
Got your bitch on my dick suckin hard like a tick
With a fresh pair of kicks and a matching outfit (Uh)
But it's money over hoes
Living life on the go cause I never move slow
Never make it rain
Where we from niggas plays all day
Stand up for my real niggas
Clutching tight with your five fingers
Selling drugs, making money on some five figures (Uh)
This one's for me hanging my people
Fuck around, F-L-A, we pull the trigger

That's right, yeah, you know how we do
(You know how we do, how we do)
That's me and my people
(My people, my people)
That's right, yeah, you know how we do
(You know how we do, how we do)
My people
My people, yeah, this how we do