Dis How We Do

[Verse 1: Boo] B.O.O. gets that dough Blane rose gold while I got yo hoe Don't even mention the flow I don't even like rap I just do it for the scrap Got chrome on my lap Toast on my lap Cruisin' through the city Fox fur on my back Man you niggas is wack Plus, this young money cream got me acting like that 'Cause nowadays I ain't gotta package that crack Keep ties to the streets so I ain't gotta go back Certified pimp, bona fide mack I just really fall back I don't chase that cat 'Cause Lil Boo just ain't no good West side of Chi where shit gets so hood Nigga act tough then he gon' get laid down Look at my face nigga I don't play 'round Holla at me [Verse 2: Mack Maine] Mack Maine, uh Real as they come Tommy on me ain't a Hilfiger son Grip macks that blow Pitch black, the clothes Black Dickie fit, black hat, black Girbauds Whip past my foes In something they can't afford Nah, I ain't talkin' about a Honda Accord Young Money, the tour Bad bitches adore They let us all up in they valores They say im so hood Puff that good good My freaks give good head They all got good jug Be in a black truck Hittin' a kill bill Im prolly with izzel Baby you prolly with trill real Runnin wit hotspitta You know dat we G'd up And hell yeah back in the G We was re'd up Im bout have seed Gotta to raise my seed up Now all my dogs in the bin Nigga just feed up [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Aye I got that all black porsche On them double black buttons Blend in so well Look like im ridin' on nothin' Talk a lot of shit but I ain't lyin' on nothin' She love my satin sheets It's like she lyin' on nothin' Weezy F Baby bitch If you dont say the baby You make me sick Young money baby girl Take these dicks The new AKs got crazy grip Hottest of the hot bitch Recognize the nigga Lookin at my chain like ya lookin at a mirror I ain't got no lamborghini doors on that escalade I'mma just go get da lamborghini instead Down south dread Insane for the bread Dont give my name to the feds Cause they say im so grove Im hot so stove Me and money is like khakis and polos Weezy [Verse 4: Curren$y] Yeah, why am I so fly? I don't know Why am I so high? That's the drug Is that a CL5? Oh for sure Who you got inside? Some other nigga hoe Curren$y the hotspitta he a G Bitches take me out to eat And you'll be eatin' bitches out One thing about the kid To the cold I spit If she ain't 'bout suckin' and fuckin' she ain't coming to my house Yeah, niggas know h-how I do it When I was in school with my all black Guccis Sittin' in the back of the class actin' stupid Or in C-Murder truck takin' bitches to the movies Oh, no, hotspitta Dawg Back up in the heezy baby He's so disrespectful to these ladies I curse them out and all they say is "You so crazy"