Fredo Bang - How It Go lyrics

Fredrick Dewon Thomas Givens II

[Fredo Bang - How It Go lyrics]

That nigga ain't gon' stop touch
Of us, believe me, you heard me
It's gon' be you and me
(Ain't that DJ Chose over there) what it is
(Ooh, that's a Hardbody beat)

Speaking on my name
Better keep that iron with you
They say they down to ride
But ask them if they dying with you
My partner died, your partner died
You just don't post your nigga
I call a play, youngin' gon' blitz
I'm tryna coach that nigga
Toast a nigga soul with this Draco
You know it's fucking real
Catch a nigga lacking, hit his stomach
I think I snapped a rib
Walking line on papers
People watching but I'm thuggin' still
Your partner died, the price up on his head
You know I paid the bill
Simping like he got it on the low
Fuck the price tag
Five just hit my phone like, "You a pit
You better bite back"
Osama say fuck all them bitch ass niggas
That can't never get they dawg back
Go and get a runner
I just zipped 'em through my CashApp

Killers in your bushes tryna see
What all that beef 'bout
Catch him in the driveway and get
The chance to leave out
Swerving in the rental tryna
Make today his last, dawg
Hit him with that pool play
How it go? Take a nigga soul
Killers in your bushes tryna see
What all that beef 'bout
Catch him in the driveway and get
The chance to leave out
Swerving in the rental tryna
Make today his last, dawg
Hit him with that pool play
How it go? Take a nigga soul

Million dollars off a tape
But still'll pop, nigga
Ain't shit changed, I'm stilla stay
I'm hollering free Lil Bop, nigga
Stood up like a man up in
The can and they can vouch, nigga
Share the set with plently opps and all
Them used to fuck with me
Bitch, you know I'm really G
RIP my nigga Gee
Niggas hating bad, they doing sad
They want my energy
Pussy run up stupid, do him bad
Empty the magazine draco hit that ass
He get to singing like he playing a beat
I'm just tryna be at peace
Tryna sell my life on beats
I promise I ain't lying, dawg
I'm tryna put that iron down
My bank account sittin' swole
Might spend it all just on bodies
Piss me off and I see red
Put that bag up on your motherfucking head

Killers in your bushes tryna see
What all that beef 'bout
Catch him in the driveway and get
The chance to leave out
Swerving in the rental tryna
Make today his last, dawg
Hit him with that pool play
How it go? Take a nigga soul
Killers in your bushes tryna see
What all that beef 'bout
Catch him in the driveway and get
The chance to leave out
Swerving in the rental tryna
Make today his last, dawg
Hit him with that pool play
How it go? Take a nigga soul

My bank account sittin' swole
Might spend it all just on bodies
Piss me off and I see red
Put that bag up on your motherfucking head

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