how it go - lil rango & leekflexin lyrics
(jonathan??)
[intro: lil rango, leekflexin]
look
lemme just tell you how this finna motherf*cking go (huh?)
smoking exotic not smoking on motherf*cking dro (what?)
boy, rango you say dat too much, i just told ’em i know
rango, lil n*gga man
why they be calling you rango? i just wanna know
i say ’cause i ran up a bag, i’m on go
[verse 1: lil rango, leekflexin]
i can just hop out a beamer with shorty nem
and like a magnet, i’m taking yo’ hoe
them n*ggas be f*ggots (huh?)
you snitching on bolo, lil n*gga i hope that you motherf*cking know (what?)
none of that sh*t we condone
we pull up real deep to your home (or)
lil herby throw hands at yo’ dome
caught him, he up on his own
lil bolo start what? lil bolo start blowin’
[verse 2: lil rango, leekflexin]
n*gga, i put yo’ ass on, how the f*ck you gon’ act like you better?
i merch it that n*ggas be lame, they really be thinking that they be ahead*of my n*ggas
you stupid ass n*gga, i pull up rеal deep wit’ a f*cking choppa and start wetting yo’ n*ggas up
tell them to call mе when that n*gga sentence up (n*gga a b*tch)
posted all up at the crib, at the same time shortys was turning sh*t up
i’m on the e*way, i’m goin’ 150, they going like 80, they need to catch up (huh?)
got no problem switching my lanes
but n*ggas be scared
find they self stuck
all of a sudden you 30, yeah, you outta luck (what?)
and its crazy, ’cause n*gga, like, d*mn!
i been just thinking ’bout sh*tty can’t wait to be smoking his pack
(n*gga f*ck)
[verse 3: lil rango]
no we don’t f*ck with no rats, no mice, you snitching on bolo
you ran out of luck
boy, herby he pop out the cut and then buck
n*gga was talking too crazy, they roll up all black
and then bolo start yelling, “wassup!”
that sh*t could get stupid as f*ck
’cause when bolo hop out the jeep, guarantee he gon’ buss
while you n*ggas riding the bus
we up in traffic, foreigns, n0body sees us
that glock with a switch, turn his face into rust
that glock with a d*ck, turn his bros into dust
he got the same bullets that’s been in that gun since he got it, boy
i know he never gon’ buss
so, get the f*ck off of my line, yelling all in yo’ mic
boy you tweaking, don’t get up wit’ us
[bridge: lil rango, leekflexin]
and b*tch i’m wit’ leeky, he rocking wit’ us, we up at the stu’
y’all got the lo’, so i’m thinking, like, why the f*ck y’all don’t pull up?
’cause y’all n*ggas be fu (huh?)
boy, i’m up in traffic and y’all can catch me up on feet wit’ lil leeky ‘nem too
man, “what the f*ck they gonna do?”
and i’m with bolo, we got enough shots for a zoo
boy, i ain’t been f*cking with xans for a minute
but, herby he wake up and then he take 2
[verse 4: lil rango, leekflexin]
bolo, he be off of that x, don’t tweak on that n*gga unless you wanna go on the news
i swear i be hanging around bunch of motherf*cking loose screws
leeky stay with me, that n*gga be crazy, you f*ck with us you gonna loose
b*tch, i used to be broke
me and lil herby, we found us a way so we never could lose (what?)
we never accepted defeat
never had trusted a treesh
and i stick to the code like i’m scared of the heat
i’m on the block on my feet (huh?)
i’m smoking exotic
i’m telling the opps come meet
that n*gga want f*ck with me over some kid ass sh*t
call leeky (what?), he running, he hitting his feet
b*tch, i’m in the hood and my c*ck in a treesh
my c*ck in a treesh (what?)
[verse 5: lil rango]
b*tch, i’m in the hood
fill up a dub in a blunt and a 8th in a wood
we hop out, amiri the denim, look good
b*tch, i’m on go, it don’t matter which hood
i pop out with leeky, i’m dropping a xan in a 4
tbe sh*t
glock with a switch, that b*tch fire at yo’ nose
that glock with a d*ck gon’ fire at yo’ bros
and no, i don’t f*ck no snitch, no hoes
these n*ggas is goofy, right now they is getting exposed
i could just post on the block, matter*of*fact i think herby nem up on the block
and he staying 10 toes
why you won’t slide?
n*ggas be hoes
yo’ brother died and i’m looking all up in the sky, telling bolo like, “there his ass go!”
(look, look bolo there his ass go!)
[outro]
lame ass n*ggas for real man
y’all ain’t even spinning sh*t, we done told y’all slide through
n*ggas better be on the look out, for real though
that’s for all the opps
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