How You Did It lyrics

[Intro]
Oh lord, Jetson made another one

[Chorus: PG RA]
Pop a lot of sh*t, I'm f*ckin' bad b*tches
I'm doin' buku numbers so I'm gettin' buku digits
They think they showin' love but I know they ain’t f*ckin' wit' me
I got it out the mud that's why I feel like, f*ck a n*gga
Oh, now they on my di*k, "Ey, PG how you did it?"
I'm doin' buku numbers so I'm gettin' buku digits
They think they showin' love but I know they ain’t f*ckin' wit' me
I got it out the mud that's why I feel like, f*ck a n*gga

[Verse 1: PG RA]
I done f*cked around and came up, now they on my di*k
I just had to change my lane, I switched my status, went legit
Quit that cappin', that ain't it, I'm out in Bali wit' your b*tch
She bad as f*ck but I ain't hit it, I just let her eat the di*k
She keep the nut, don't do no spittin'
And she know I'm lovin' it, ain't wanna f*ck, my brother hit
And please don't touch me when you finish
I got racks all in these skinnies
Thought my dank was stank at Bennies
I can't save it, b*tch, I'm spendin'
I catch flights, I don't catch feelings
Paper comin', I need plenty
Had 'em racks stacked to the ceiling
She got a fat cat, let me feel it
I'm like a Hellcat, you a Hemi
Drivin' fast, 'bout to crash, while I'm cruisin' doin' the dash
Woah, don't move, I'm on yo' ass, so if I do, you better not lack
[Chorus: PG RA]
Pop a lot of sh*t, I'm f*ckin' bad b*tches
I'm doin' buku numbers so I'm gettin' buku digits
They think they showin' love but I know they ain’t f*ckin' wit' me
I got it out the mud that's why I feel like, f*ck a n*gga
Oh, now they on my di*k, "Ey, PG how you did it?"
I'm doin' buku numbers so I'm gettin' buku digits
They think they showin' love but I know they ain’t f*ckin' wit' me
I got it out the mud that's why I feel like, f*ck a n*gga

[Verse 2: Jackboy]
Feel like f*ck you, n*gga
I can't trust you, n*gga
Used to bust for n*gga
Now don't even say what's up to n*gga
Jackboy, how he did it
I did it wit' a glizzy
Swear to God, I was terrorizin' inner city
Swear to God, my new Glock came with some titties
Big extended clip, ooh, yeah, Jimmy
This a robbery, ooh, yeah, b*tch gimme
Can't give the streets a break, my whole set busy

[Chorus: PG RA]
Pop a lot of sh*t, I'm f*ckin' bad b*tches
I'm doin' buku numbers so I'm gettin' buku digits
They think they showin' love but I know they ain’t f*ckin' wit' me
I got it out the mud that's why I feel like, f*ck a n*gga
Oh, now they on my di*k, "Ey, PG how you did it?"
I'm doin' buku numbers so I'm gettin' buku digits
They think they showin' love but I know they ain’t f*ckin' wit' me
I got it out the mud that's why I feel like, f*ck a n*gga