Fredo Bang – How It Go Lyrics | Official Video

Lyrics How It Go – Fredo Bang

Speaking on my name better keep that iron with ya
They say they down to ride but ask ’em if they dying with ya
My partner died, your partner died, you just don’t post your n**ga
I call a play youngin gon’ blitz I’m tryna coach that n**ga

Toast a n**ga soul with this Draco, you know its f**kin real
Catch a n**ga lacking hit his stomach I think I snapped a rib
Walking light on papers people watchin but I’m thuggin still
Your partner died the price up on his head you know I paid the bill

Seven like he got it on the love f**k the price tag
Five just hit my phone like you a pit you better bite back
Osama say f**k all them b**ch ass n**gas
They can’t never get they dog back
Go and get a rental I just zipped ’em through a cash app

Killers in your bushes tryna see what all that be bought
Catch ’em in the driveway ain’t get the chance to leave out
Swerving in a rental tryna make this day his last dog
Hit ’em with that pole play it how it go take that n**ga soul

Killers in your bushes tryna see what all that be bought
Catch ’em in the driveway ain’t get the chance to leave out
Swerving in a rental tryna make this day his last dog
Hit ’em with that pole play it how it go take that n**ga soul

Million dollars off a tape but still a pop n**ga
Ain’t s**t change I’m still the same I’m hollering free lil bop n**ga
Stood up like a man up in the can and make they can vouch n**ga
Shared a cell with plenty opps and all them use to f**k with me

B**ch you know I’m really G
Rip my n**ga Gee
N**gas hatin’ bad
They doin sad they want my energy
P**sy run up stupid do ’em bad
Empty the magazine
Draco hit that ass
He get to singing like he pleasure p
I’m just tryna be at peace
Tryna sell my life on beats
Promise I ain’t lying dog
I’m tryna put that iron down
My bank account sittin’ swoll
Might spend it all just on bodies
Piss me off and I see red
Put that bag up on your motherf**king head

Killers in your bushes tryna see what all that be bought
Catch ’em in the driveway ain’t get the сhance to leave out
Swerving in a rental tryna make this day his last dog
Hit ’em with that pole play it how it go take that n**ga soul

Killers in your bushes tryna see what all that be bought
Catch ’em in the driveway ain’t get the chance to leave out
Swerving in a rental tryna make this day his last dog
Hit ’em with that pole play it how it go take that n**ga soul

My bank account sitting swoll
Might spend it all just on bodies
Piss me off and I see red
Put that bag up on your motherf**king head…

➤ Written by DJ Chose, Hardbody & Fredo Bang
Album: In The Name of Gee
Produced by Hardbody & DJ Chose
Fredo Bang | 2020

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