Inf4r3d - How i do it (feat. Samafrm407)

(Damn Astro that's you?)
I got a brand new whip but how fast can it go?
I got a brand new chick but she look like a hoe
Know I stay loving the bread yea you know I stay chasing the doe
I got the bars and the lyrics and going for three and the flow
Go to the top yea i'll do it his way
I keep my bounty inside of the safe
Keep all that talking we spin at yo place yea im knowing his addy it's saved
Think that he better that is not the case
I got the money inside of the case
When im hearin the ching yeah I chase
Money you know I stay flaring I hit em with woo
(Yea Yea)
I'm tryna get outta here can you give me the loot
(C'mon C'mon)
Shawty text me that she crying now what did I do
I go the led and the paper I heard that im better I might as well take em to school
I want some bread and the industry caters to get what I want I must do what I do
End his career but I hope they remember him
Feel like a rookie but flow like a veteran
God at the door and he's telling me let him in
Open the door he a letterman
He tellin me to achieve to what I want I must do it through him
So ima get to end of it all like my name is LeBron drivin straight to the rim
Carry these numbers all over my back like I go to the gym
(Go to the gym)
I need a baddie with a pretty face and a body like Kim
(On God)
I wanna prove to the fam that I can always win
Tryna compete with the red but his chances look slim
(Nope)
I got a brand new whip but how fast can it go?
I got a brand new chick but she act like a hoe
Know i stay loving the bread yea you know I stay chasin the doe
I got the bars and the lyrics and going for three and the flow
Going for three on the flow
Makin these hits i'm like three in a row
I'm just chasing the money, achieving my goals
I been staying on ground like i'm biting my flow
I'm one in a million, i'm gold and i know
A lot of these artists, i know about show
I'm bringing the pressure i'm not letting go
You run up on me and i'm lettin' it blow
Feel like a prophet they calling me Moses
Run a bag up everyone notice
She is a baddie, want me in her ocean
Only hang around killers you know they be totin'
Mama she told me i'm really goated
Prophet he told me that i am the chosen
So high off the medic i swear i be floating
Pop out with the gang you know we be talkin'
And mama i'm sorry i'm going through hell
These demons keep coming i'm tryna prevail
Sometimes in life i feel destined to fail and i'm feeling like juice put my wish in a well
But who you jack you ain't ringing no bells
You know i got names under my belt
I got dead opps and bullet on shelf
When you check up on me better check on yo self
Inf4r3d he a beast he be killin the beat
Like a murder he clearin the scene
I blow up yo phone but you leave me on scene
You said that you love me girl what do you mean
That 223 yea it came with a beam
Better hold you nose while you talking to me
Been getting these bands for the fam with the team
Boy you a fake who you claiming to be?
All of that flyja boy i could see through it
Keep going girl love how you do it
How you a hater but playing my music?
You really a fam you know you gon' tune it
Music or you better know who i'm choosing
I'm being the pressure i'm gon' keep it boomin
You know we forever be winning not losing
I'ma keep getting to it you know how i do it

Written by:
Caleb Fontanez, Christopher Lingard

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