Sy Ari da Kid
How Da Fuck
[Verse 1: Slim Dunkin]
How the fuck you living good?
All you n***as looking broke
Cause you drink the soda, don't mean you pushing coke
Get that white girl, [?]
I'm on chill, in a hundred degree weather
Teach them how to stunt, turn a bitch into a cunt
On the run you a mut, tutchdown, you a punt
Take off like a motherfuckin rocket
Bitch, get your hands out my pocket
Plug like I stuck my finger in the socket
Already ready, ain't gotta cock it
Fuck that shit, fuck that n***a, his bitch suckin my dick
I ain't no [?], but I'm all for the beef
Pull up on me, Dirt Gang gon creep
Run up on you in your house while you sleep
How long it gon be? Less than a week
Tryna hit a hundred hoes in a week
Still a hundred deep, [?]

[Chorus: Sy Ari da Kid]
How the fuck I'm supposed to hide, with all these bitches on my dick?
How the fuck I'm finna die with all these n***as in my clique?
How the fuck I'm supposed to ride without them 4's on my whip?
How the fuck I'm finna grind with all these police in my shit?
[Verse 2: Sy Ari da Kid]
How the fuck I make the moves?
[?] like Papa John's
They sleeping on me, put your pajamas on
These rappers look like they balling and they boppers gone
Till they pull up in the minivan like a soccer mom
How the fuck I got a slut that don't know how to fuck?
Fuck it, how the fuck I got the truck?
Put my dollars up
Ride around with a buntch of girls like a pouder puff
Cuffing is a no no, like looking at your mama butt
I'm the man, don't fuck with the grub
I be off in the street, I be up in the club
Suck my dick, in front of you pussys
I should retire and go to college, cause I'm done with you pussys

[Chorus: Sy Ari da Kid]
How the fuck I'm supposed to hide, with all these bitches on my dick?
How the fuck I'm finna die with all these n***as in my clique?
How the fuck I'm supposed to ride without them 4's on my whip?
How the fuck I'm finna grind with all these police in my shit?

[Verse 3: Sy Ari da Kid]
I've got 5, 10, 15 [?]
If I see it and I want it, I'll take that shit
You fucking with a n***a that'll break that bitch
Mix my chips with the dip like Pringles
They wanna coppy the flow like [?]
When a n***a hear my single
Put a hole in his head when the thing go
Fuck what a n***a thought I was
Bought a hundred bottles, and I'm bout my bud
Hundreds in my pockets, that's in my jeans
Got a hundred bitches on my team
[?] probably on that lean
Put a n***a kid on that bean machine
I keep it clean, when I speak this mean
I [?] when I leave the scene
[?] n***a, you know what I mean
[?] stop a n***a
[?] leave a n***a silant
Eat rappers like I eat a pile of beans
Looking like I'm full of collard greens
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[Chorus: Sy Ari da Kid]
How the fuck I'm supposed to hide, with all these bitches on my dick?
How the fuck I'm finna die with all these n***as in my clique?
How the fuck I'm supposed to ride without them 4's on my whip?
How the fuck I'm finna grind with all these police in my shit?