How It Go lyrics
by Montana of 300
{ Hook }
(GC)
I got all these haters
I got all these hoes
I got all this paper
b*tch I'm from the Go
So you know How It Go
b*tch Im from the Go
So you know How It Go
b*tch I'm from the Go
So you know How It Go
{ Verse }
(GC)
Fake n*ggas Always Feed You Propaganda
Im About to go ape, sh*t I kill for my bananas
Rap game looked me in the eye
And said this big ole light of mine
n*gga im gonna let it shine
Yeah I'm One of a kind
And Im unsigned
And you can't underestimate a prodigy
Im all about my green, like broccoli
Im here to fulfill my prophecy
And honestly, you wannabes ain't stopping me
My flow sick, I need a vaccine
My bars heat, get yo sunscreen
When I pull up Ima have yo Dawgs Cause A Stampede
If you ain't Johnny b*tch don't come across Cuz I kill n*ggas that cross me
You snoozing on me, I bet you never felt like you lost sleep
She call me Tyreese when I grab her by the WAIST then I go in DEEP
My guns speak, Their the only ones that are all talk
And I stay grindin' no skateboards no tony hawk
n*gga I'm the sh*t, my haters' full of salt
If you f*ck with me, you won't like the result
I'll go in for murder not just assault
Man Im in this ho Kinda like golf
And she told me that yo di*k is micro soft
These broke n*ggas be like
Another day another dollar lost
I spit heat, My flow cold, and my cold heart won't defrost
{ Hook }
(GC)
I got all these haters
I got all these hoes
I got all this paper
b*tch I'm from the Go
So you know How It Go
b*tch Im from the Go
So you know How It Go
b*tch I'm from the Go
So you know How It Go
{ Verse }
( Montana Of 300 )
Montana Of 300
FGE the logo
I hop on tracks no pogo
I go loco for my dough though
b*tch I kick it like a dojo
I go nuts no low blow
Man but back when I was poor though
With no money for no polo
My OG was off that coco
Now Im 10k for a show though
Me lacking thats a no go
Run up on me thats a no no
I clap then I get low though
You get whacked, I gave you promo
Like D Wade I Keep HEAT on me But you know Im from the Go though
Okay, I got all these Haters
I got all these hoes
I got all this paper
I be ballin' like D Rose
I make a bad b*tch leave a n*gga
Tell em Adios
My Crib feel just like a strip club cuz n*gga I got all these poles
I got hella Guap,And I got hella Thots
Sneak diss on me? Boy you better not
Let that metal pop, I don't ever box
b*tch it's Hammer time, I be nailing opps
When im poppin' sh*t, its an apocalypse
Man I shoot em up like a rocket b*tch
You ain't stoppin' sh*t you ain't robbin' sh*t
Get yo noggin split, when them choppers spit, Squad
{ Hook }
(GC)
I got all these haters
I got all these hoes
I got all this paper
b*tch I'm from the Go
So you know How It Go
b*tch Im from the Go
So you know How It Go
b*tch I'm from the Go
So you know How It Go