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LYRICFLUENTHow It Go Lyrics by Fredo Bang Fredo Bang
Below, you will find the lyrics for How It Go by Fredo Bang.
A nigga ain't gon' stop touch of us, believe me, you heard me?
It's gon' be you or me
Yeah, what it is
Slatt, bitch
Speakin' on my name better keep that iron with you
They say they down to ride, but ask 'em if they dyin' 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 fuckin' real
Catch a nigga lackin', hit his stomach, I think I snapped a rib
Walkin' line on papers, people watchin', but I'm thuggin' still
Your partner died, the price up on his head, you know I paid the bill
Simpin' 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, they can't never get they dog back'
Go and get a rental, I just zipped 'em through a CashApp
Killers in your bushes tryna see what all that beef 'bout
Catch 'em in the driveway, ain't get the chance to leave out
Swervin' in a rental, tryna make today his last, dawg
Hit 'em with that pole, play it how it go, take that nigga soul
Killers in your bushes tryna see what all that beef 'bout
Catch 'em in the driveway, ain't get the chance to leave out
Swervin' in a rental, tryna make today his last, dawg
Hit 'em with that pole, play it how it go, take that nigga soul
Million dollars off a tape but still a pop nigga
Ain't shit change, I'm still the same, I'm hollerin' free Lil Bop, nigga
Stood up like a man up in the can and make they can vouch, nigga
Shared a cell with plenty opps and all them use to fuck with me
Bitch, you know I'm really G
RI.P. my nigga Gee
Niggas hatin' bad, they doin' sad, they want my energy
Pussy run up stupid, do 'em bad, empty the magazine
Draco hit that ass, he get to singin' like he Pleasure P
I'm just tryna be at peace
Tryna sell my life on beats
I promise I ain't lyin', 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 motherfukin' head
Killers in your bushes tryna see what all that beef 'bout
Catch 'em in the driveway, ain't get the chance to leave out
Swervin' in a rental, tryna make today his last, dawg
Hit 'em with that pole, play it how it go, take that nigga soul
Killers in your bushes tryna see what all that beef 'bout
Catch 'em in the driveway, ain't get the chance to leave out
Swervin' in a rental, tryna make today his last, dawg
Hit 'em with that pole, play it how it go, take that 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 motherfukin' head
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