Izaiah Combs - How You Did That

Ayy, how you did that? How you did that
Shit's on back to back, runnin' up these racks
Racks on racks on racks, yeah, that's a fact
Ayy, ayy, how you did that? How you did that

I'm just tryna double back, runnin' up my bag
Got these racks on racks, and that's a fact
Tryna run it up, hit it back to back
Ayy, hit them all, spin it in a fuckin' stack

How they did that? How they did that
I'm just tryna ball, it's not a game, it's insane
All you playin' with me, got a diamond chain
And a pinky ring, ayy, I got these racks on racks

I can't change, they ain't say I changed
But I really fuckin' did, I'm tryna stack up this money
I can't be late, I'm on a plane
And I'm flyin' so high, tryna get fuckin' high

Where the fuck you been at? And I'm with the fuckin' gang
And I'm runnin' up these racks, nigga, where the fuck you at
And I'm gettin' paid, and I'm gettin' high
And I'm with the fuckin' guys, and we flyin' so high

Ayy, how you did that? How you did that
I'm just tryna double back, runnin' up these racks
I'm with the fuckin' gang, and we gettin' fly
And we gettin' high, and we gettin' high

I gotta know, yeah, I gotta know, yeah
I need some tips, yeah, I'm tryna blow, yeah
Ayy, tell me how you did it, I gotta fuckin' know
Ayy, yeah, ayy

When I was down, now I'm goin' all the way up
On the rise, and I put my pain in the booth
You can hear it in my voice, all the shit I been through
And you say I can't do it, I never show no love

All these niggas playin' with me, nigga
I ain't fuckin' silly, playin' with me
Ayy, I shoot ten, you feel me, nigga
And I'm with Mr. Gilley, nigga, and we turn it up

Ayy, and we comin' up, ayy, ayy
I was broke all the time, but I stayed down
Had to grind and hustle, now they in my line
Don't you hit my line, cause I'm with the guys

And I'm gettin' fly, and I'm gettin' high
And I gotta know, how the fuck I did that
How the fuck I did that, don't you fuckin' worry bout it
Just know I'm gettin' racks, and that's a fact

Ayy, ayy, and that's a fact
I be gettin' more, in the fuckin' trap
Gettin' all these racks, where you been at
How you did that

How you did that
Yeah
How you did that
How you did that

I'm just tryna double back
Runnin' up these racks
Racks on racks on racks
And that's a fact

I'm tryna run it up
Make it back, make it back, ayy

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Izaiah Combs

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