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"