[Chorus: Dom Pachino (w/ MGT)] (If that's how it's goin' down) Must be in your jeans, like a wallet, and you tryin' take me out of pocket (If that's how it's goin' down) I don't wanna see ya face, cuz you try'nna take my place (If that's how it's goin' down) I ain't gonna break a sweat, I'mma make 'em pay they debt (If that's how it's goin' down, if that's how it's goin' down)
[T.A.] Yeah, I'm known for leaving, maybe sleeping for days Me and my niggas be thugging, we known for creeping with k's And hop in the back of the trees bucking at the oppos', it's must that I drop those Bitches, here you gon' wind up missing, you fuck with this conditions You a mission for mercy, and briefcases full of big faces Til the day that I'm put in the dirt, hell yeah, I'm putting in work T.A. be on the grind, twenty four seven, three-sixty-five Days a year, my gats no fear, my heart, I knew that Fuck it's on, age of nine, I was sleeping with glocks Now, I'm steady to go to sleep with a K, and a pump, and quick to dump On sight, and leave ya body on cold and snatch a soul Like a thief in the night, that's how it goes down, that's how it goes down
[C-4] Today's issue, got me carrying a loaded pistol Wish you thinking with me, having them shots, miss you Dismiss your character, blasting at all you amateurs Crush melons to descavate your stamina Cause and effect, got that blood squirting from ya neck Our only way to which they pay is from a switft chin check I quick collect respect from, protect you fit them Like out with calico, it's hot, I-I stick 'em Doing tours, just to give you what you want and more Of the earthly blast, give your, mine, mine, to explore Runs, do a rhyme, rhyme, we got here with men and who shine We never sleep, so all ya'll haters stay or we grind
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[Booyow] I'm just a thug nigga, doing what a thug do Heat in the grill, for all of my thugs who be thuggin' too Grabbin' my steel, only if, a nigga have to Sit back, relax ya mind, and focus on, what I'm about to tell you I'm on a mission and I'm hungry for that paper Just doing my thing, got no time, for no playa haters You must got me mistaken for them homeys, you done crossed Don't be yappin' at yo mouth, put it on the thin and on the boss I gots to get mine, so I do what I do Hooked up with Killarmy, who be hollerin' Wu Keeping it true, cuz we bout, putting it down Holla at your boy, Booyow, that's how it's going down
[Dom Pachino] I'mma let ya sell that raw, I'mma triple that on tour Come home and cop a store, car, condo and more Smack 'em in they face, cuz that's what they been waiting for Ain't not, try'nna understand, this man's try'nna make it And these haters try to take it, why, do they even fake it When the truth is naked, and my aura's so gracious Hard work could comp a crib that's spacious, kids, tie ya laces I come back better than Mase did My lyrics on the internet, you could copy and paste it So sweet, dude, you can even taste it You cats can't relate your patience, my heat is so blatant
