I came with my dawgs, they came with some sticks
We look like the Lodge, got rings on our wrist
The roof got divorced, sunroof for the whip
I'm in Illinois, got some links with yo' bitch
Stomp foot on the pedal I left it like Gaara
I love eating pizza man shout-out to Karra
I whip 'round the H' like this bitch a Camaro
She think that I'm balling watch when hit the lotto
My dawg from Chicago, just bought Murciélago, he told me"iss nothin' got more on the way"
Niggas try f*ck with my brodie just over some pussy, last place he saw was the gas sta
I call her my dawg, she really my bitch
I got me a Glock, who selling the switch?
If F-R-E-S-H get rich then S-M-I-T-H gon' switch
I don't care 'bout your kids, whippin' it, whippin' it look at my wrist
Got me a H, throw some D's on that bitch
Psychedelics way I'm making it twist
Push to start, left the key in this shit
The way I'm moving might just skeet in this bitch
She ain't leaving 'til she empty this dick
Ine leaving 'til her legs start to twitch
I'm getting money still on E in this bitch
Niggas be snitching I went had to lay
Back on my feet ain't got no time to play
Brand new AR, got rid of the K
Still making moves but thru God I'll be straight
Had some dark times, still don't trust sunny days
She love and hate me say I'm stuck in my ways
I'm in the stu' she text me"bae I just shaved"
Freaky, freaky she in the mood can't behave
I ride with that mask 'cause Ine tryn' catch no case
Ya betta look out betta hop over that gate
Slumped niggas in traffic das back in the day
Shoot my shot but my hoop there was a crate
Came from the struggle but no I can't break
We got things comin' in on the way
Send 'em back out and go get that pay, send 'em back out
I came with my dawgs, they came with some sticks
We look like the Lodge, got rings on our wrist
The roof got divorced, sunroof for the whip
I'm in Illinois, got some links with yo' bitch
Stomp foot on the pedal I left it like Gaara
I love eating pizza man shout-out to Karra
I whip 'round the H' like this bitch a Camaro
She think that I'm balling watch when hit the lotto
How We Be (feat. Fresh242 & A1Tallz) Video (MV)
Performed By: Kinshi
Language: English
Length: 2:23
Written by: John Smith, Matthew Davis, Jordan Roberts, Shamah Smith
Kinshi - How We Be (feat. Fresh242 & A1Tallz) Lyrics
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I came with my dawgs, they came with some sticks
We look like the Lodge, got rings on our wrist
The roof got divorced, sunroof for the whip
I'm in Illinois, got some links with yo' bitch
Stomp foot on the pedal I left it like Gaara
I love eating pizza man shout-out to Karra
I whip 'round the H' like this bitch a Camaro
She think that I'm balling watch when hit the lotto
My dawg from Chicago, just bought Murciélago, he told me"iss nothin' got more on the way"
Niggas try f*ck with my brodie just over some pussy, last place he saw was the gas sta
I call her my dawg, she really my bitch
I got me a Glock, who selling the switch?
If F-R-E-S-H get rich then S-M-I-T-H gon' switch
I don't care 'bout your kids, whippin' it, whippin' it look at my wrist
Got me a H, throw some D's on that bitch
Psychedelics way I'm making it twist
Push to start, left the key in this shit
The way I'm moving might just skeet in this bitch
She ain't leaving 'til she empty this dick
Ine leaving 'til her legs start to twitch
I'm getting money still on E in this bitch
Niggas be snitching I went had to lay
Back on my feet ain't got no time to play
Brand new AR, got rid of the K
Still making moves but thru God I'll be straight
Had some dark times, still don't trust sunny days
She love and hate me say I'm stuck in my ways
I'm in the stu' she text me"bae I just shaved"
Freaky, freaky she in the mood can't behave
I ride with that mask 'cause Ine tryn' catch no case
Ya betta look out betta hop over that gate
Slumped niggas in traffic das back in the day
Shoot my shot but my hoop there was a crate
Came from the struggle but no I can't break
We got things comin' in on the way
Send 'em back out and go get that pay, send 'em back out
I came with my dawgs, they came with some sticks
We look like the Lodge, got rings on our wrist
The roof got divorced, sunroof for the whip
I'm in Illinois, got some links with yo' bitch
Stomp foot on the pedal I left it like Gaara
I love eating pizza man shout-out to Karra
I whip 'round the H' like this bitch a Camaro
She think that I'm balling watch when hit the lotto
We look like the Lodge, got rings on our wrist
The roof got divorced, sunroof for the whip
I'm in Illinois, got some links with yo' bitch
Stomp foot on the pedal I left it like Gaara
I love eating pizza man shout-out to Karra
I whip 'round the H' like this bitch a Camaro
She think that I'm balling watch when hit the lotto
My dawg from Chicago, just bought Murciélago, he told me"iss nothin' got more on the way"
Niggas try f*ck with my brodie just over some pussy, last place he saw was the gas sta
I call her my dawg, she really my bitch
I got me a Glock, who selling the switch?
If F-R-E-S-H get rich then S-M-I-T-H gon' switch
I don't care 'bout your kids, whippin' it, whippin' it look at my wrist
Got me a H, throw some D's on that bitch
Psychedelics way I'm making it twist
Push to start, left the key in this shit
The way I'm moving might just skeet in this bitch
She ain't leaving 'til she empty this dick
Ine leaving 'til her legs start to twitch
I'm getting money still on E in this bitch
Niggas be snitching I went had to lay
Back on my feet ain't got no time to play
Brand new AR, got rid of the K
Still making moves but thru God I'll be straight
Had some dark times, still don't trust sunny days
She love and hate me say I'm stuck in my ways
I'm in the stu' she text me"bae I just shaved"
Freaky, freaky she in the mood can't behave
I ride with that mask 'cause Ine tryn' catch no case
Ya betta look out betta hop over that gate
Slumped niggas in traffic das back in the day
Shoot my shot but my hoop there was a crate
Came from the struggle but no I can't break
We got things comin' in on the way
Send 'em back out and go get that pay, send 'em back out
I came with my dawgs, they came with some sticks
We look like the Lodge, got rings on our wrist
The roof got divorced, sunroof for the whip
I'm in Illinois, got some links with yo' bitch
Stomp foot on the pedal I left it like Gaara
I love eating pizza man shout-out to Karra
I whip 'round the H' like this bitch a Camaro
She think that I'm balling watch when hit the lotto
Writer: John Smith, Matthew Davis, Jordan Roberts, Shamah Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid