Letra de How You What (InDaStreets Version) - Reso Bankroll

(Feat. Poloboy Nunu)

You won’t see me at no church though

Still slanging pack to

All the church folks

Pastor even want his shit

Rolled up

Fo' I drop it off

I can scale it up

Bag it up

Or do a drop off (Mmm)

Nigga think it’s sweet

Fuck around and

Knock ya block off

Fuck around and

Knock ya bitch up

Let you raise the baby

If he with me

Know he with it

And it’s on 'em

Like the navy

If I purchase

Cuz it’s sealed

How you broke

But chasing paper

I ain’t never

Need yo bitch

She still mines

Ain’t gotta claim her

M.O.B

That’s what it is

Wanted boy

That’s a disclaimer

I can't be there for you love

I’m too busy counting cake

I was outchea

On my own

Half theses niggas

In the way

Ion want ya lil boo

Dick her down

Then gotta skate (Uh)

Been about a bag

Make a play

Be onna way

Yeah

Slimed me out

'Posed to be my

Brudder

Fuck up out my face

I'll be damned

If I break bread

With a mother fuckin

Snake

Aye let the beat bang

Baby I'mma

Beat yo back to it

Lil stripper bitch

Turn yo baby momma

To a groupie

Grab the cam

Kodak moment

Yea

We boutsta

Shoot a movie

3's a crowd

But I like crowds

So tell yo girls

Let’s get into it

I been pimpin'

Since pimpin'

Been pimpin'

My dog (Yeah)

I can teach you

How to be a player

I can really show you

How to get some motion

Half these niggas

Get a crumb

And try to bust

It wide open

You was preaching

To the choir

I was slanging

To the deacon

Ion need it I just want it

Beat it up with

No emotions

Ion do no call backs

Simon said do

Whatcha 'posed to

Ion need no hand outs

Wanted boy

Bitch I was chosen

Bitch I’m, bitch I’m, bitch I’m-

Bitch I’m flyer than

A eagle

In the A I’m with

The falcons

Favorite dancer name

Is *Bleep*

When I say *bleep*

Make a bleep for that

Fuck that bitch now

Bitch I’m, bitch I’m, bitch I’m-

Bitch I’m flyer than

A eagle

In the A I’m with

The falcons

Favorite dancer name

Is *Bleep*

Pretty face

Got pussy power

Attitude on fuck you pay me

Keep it comin

Keep on counting

Count me out

Say I ain’t on

Guess you niggas

Couldn't count

Rollin blunts up

In the mountains

Way up there

Where I’m at

They ain’t wanna

See me on

Guess I’m far from

Where they at

(Haaa)

(What?)

In the street cause

Shit get real

Keep yo heat

'Fo you get killed

Bro nem creep

It ain't no sleep

We jump on feet

Control this wheel

Keep yo seat

'Fo you get drilled

Can't be beat

That's how I feel

Said it's beef

So when we meet

You gon' get popped

Just like this pill

I been thuggin' since a kid

I been out here since a jit

I was raised around them killers

I solve problems wit a stick

I give credit to Lil' Blake

First one took me on a hit

Now I pay to get shit whacked

Only cause I went legit (Nigga)

You ain't taking shit

I'm outside with all my chains

Nigga better use his his head

Before his homies see his brains

Made a oath to all my niggas

I ain't switching on my gang

Never switching on my bros

Not for money

Not for fame

Bitch I'm thuggin'

Thuggin'

Thuggin' like they pay me

I been fuckin' nigga's bitches

Why you think these niggas hate me

He'll slide for his BM

Instead of his brother

That shit crazy

I was chillin' all last year

But I'm back turnt

Cause I felt lazy

Now I'm back bitch

And I'm slapped bitch

Don't fuck with niggas

Who be on rap shit

We really wrap shit

If he with me

Just know he clap shit

Can't be on cap shit

It's C.O.S

Don't be on rat shit

That make us whack shit

I got on from selling weight

Hope today a better day

I thought he was thuggin'

But detectives turned him LMA

Bitch don't call my phone

About no opp

Just pull up

Let it spray

I'm leavin' soon as I nut

Don't give no fuck

Bitch I don't ever stay

(I'm leavin' soon as I nut

Don't give no fuck

Bitch I don't ever stay)

And I ever pay (Bitch)

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