How You Gon Do Like Dat (feat. Vince & the7thwonda)

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Grr I don't like bees (don't like) But I sting like a bee (grr) So we jump on the stage (jump on a stage) VINCE is a sage on a page (grr) Shit ain't sweet with the gang (nah) Say your girl wanna bang the bros I ain't fuck with no broke hos If you a ho bitch, how you broke? Tell my guy that's just how you know Hos them know what's valuable All these bars that I shoot Different calibers, like an animal, fuckin cannibal Man dressed like Hannibal All this fur on me That leather jacket made of slimey niggas Man like VINCE I roll with dealers, go getters Go realers, mind your business We talking business, brand new water And I'm fuccin in it Watch your step when I'm stepping in it Watch your step when I'm stepping in Og paws and I'm ripping it But wait (boy wait) How you gon do like that (how?) I been running through these mazes Hustling the days Put your bitch on leash nigga I don't kiss and tell Counting up my racks I don't look at all the trash Shoot my dice lil nigga I'm a gamble with my life Got no invitation I been smashing all them records Independent motherfucker do shit on my own Lambo at the front door I be smoking in my lawn I be smoking on VLone (don) Dripping like I'm sushi real designers from Japan Cartiers and Audemars I'm coming out the mud Yeah I be coming out the mud Rollie conversations nigga point me to the bag Heavy on this money, Richard Millie on my mind Get a bitch a birkin bag I be smashing all them hips Flaming up the studio I'll be banging up the charts Yeah yeah yeah Be banging on the charts Running outta bands finna rob a nigga twice Give that bitch my slice I be rolling up this dice Call me big stepper I'm not playing around this year Been about the guap lately no fucking around this year It ain't about the blue cheese don't call my phone no more (skrrr) She fell in love with the boy but damn I know she a ho (damn) Me and my niggas we getting the guap All you haters steady dey drop Mafia my nigga I walk with a glock Fuck with my progress bodies go drop Bodies go drop, you fucked with the mob You fucked with the mob Bodies go drop, don't fuck with the mob But these days I got my eyes on these racks These days I got my eyes on this ice These days I got my eyes on these checks These days I got my eyes on my girl I don't do these hos no more I don't do the hos no more I just write the flow some more Og passed the microphone I just put you in my zone Yeah yeah yeah yeah Why you gon do like that Why you gon do like that Why you gon do like that Why you gon do like that Yeah yeah yeah yeah Why you gon do like that (yeah yeah)