J.Blaze - You Know How We Do Lyrics

Ain't nobody f*cking with me and my bros
Back in 208 hungry nights and sleeping on the floors
Bitches in and out the rooms, can't keep em out the doors
They f*cking with our natural vibe we got I know for sho
We get the function lit, that's everywhere we go
Good vibes all the time, energy high never low
Couple chicks digging it, for the gang they on go
Snatch yo bitch up, she eat this dick up, like Pappadeaux's

Don't know why they f*ck with me
All these pussy niggas think its sweet
Me and my squad we rolling deep
And we keep the heat packed like
It's something wrong wit yo back
And we apply pressure wit the strap
Niggas say they want the smoke but they really not bout it
They say that they some killers but I doubt it
Put a hole in yo head big enough to see through
208 we running shit dawg you know how we do

Remember them late nights tossing turning in my sleep
Thinking bout who I am and where I wanna be
Nobody ever gave me shit, I did it on my own
I stack my own cheese I'm talking f*cking provolone
208 niggas staying with the f*cking dream
I'm from the southwest shoutout f*cking Maxo Kream
I never did the crime but I stayed on the scene
Different city same shit, you know what the f*ck I mean

Don't know why they f*ck with me
All these pussy niggas think its sweet
Me and my squad we rolling deep
And we keep the heat packed like
It's something wrong wit yo backs
And we apply pressure wit the strap
Niggas say they want the smoke but they really not bout it
They say that they some killers but I doubt it
Put a hole in yo head big enough to see through
208 we running shit dawg you know how we do

So we down to malicious times
Im in the stu spitting delicious rhymes, its just you and I
Formal wit this shit like suit and tie, nigga this do or die
This ain't sad song, we the reason why yo mom tell you come home
Before them street lights come on
We sending shots back to back like we playing ping pong
Claim you flipping chickens but y'all cooking with no heat on
208 come through and put the heat on
Hold you hostage and negotiate prices on a street phone
Yo bitch hit my line, and yeah you know what we on
Yeah you know what we on...yeah

Don't know why they f*ck with me
All these pussy niggas think its sweet
Me and my squad we rolling deep
And we keep the heat packed like
It's something wrong wit yo back
And we apply pressure wit the strap
Niggas say they want the smoke but they really not bout it
They say that they some killers but I doubt it
Put a hole in yo head big enough to see through
208 we running shit dawg you know how we do

Niggas talking shit like they really bout it
But I been whooping niggas since kindergarten, nigga lets get it started
Im the same nigga that get on tracks and get retarded
Man you niggas in the street once a week, you niggas garbage
Man all these niggas talking, all that bitching like a female
Dawg I ain't subdissing, I'm at niggas like an email
I took the cheese, avoided the trap, I'm Jerry wit it
I'm Jason on a killing spree, nigga I'm scary wit it
Pushing weight like the body builders, Im heavy wit it
Niggas can't move weight like me, this heavy lifting
Dawg Ain't nobody on my level wit this rapping
Flow sicker than cancer, mind sharp as a cactus
Dawg all I drop is classics, and put tracks in caskets
You niggas face defeat like tough actin Tinactin
You can't pick a play, or ask Madden
Wit a bullet in yo chest got you feeling asthmatic
Dawg we da best like Khaled dawg can't you see
Unless you niggas blind cuz I still

Don't know why they f*ck with me
All these pussy niggas think its sweet
Me and my squad we rolling deep
And we keep the heat packed like
It's something wrong wit yo back
And we apply pressure wit the strap
Niggas say they want the smoke but they really not bout it
They say that they some killers but I doubt it
Put a hole in yo head big enough to see through
208 we running shit dawg you know how we do