Smoothe Da Hustler - That's How I Get Down (feat. Ice T & Boogie)

Niggas think we fuckin' around cuz
That's nice
Bust that shit
SMG cuz
Final level nigga
Knots, knots, knots, knots
Ayo that Glock go
That eighth go
That fifth go
Thats how i get down
Ayo that Trey go
That Ruger go
That Nina go
Thats how i get down
Ayo my Glock go
That eighth go
That fifth go
Thats how i get down
Ayo that Trey go
That Ruger go
That Nina go
Thats how i get down
Ayo
Thats how i get down
Hold up
Niggas say I'm old as fuck
But my bullets just nine
All in your waistline
Niggas talk a lot
Same nigga get shot
Give a fuck about your young ass
Body yo dumb ass
Hammer in ya face
Watch the revolver twist
Nigga cryin' now
Shoulda stayed off the list
Nigga talk shit
I'ma feed ya piss
I roll with them gang boys
Mostly Crips
I keep it Cali but close
The most strapped
Never rolled a hook
Without a gat in my lap
Unless you with my gun
Tells ya
Silence fully
Auto shell catchin' hook
Instructor
Cops hatin' my shit
I gold plate my clips
Bust straight don't miss
Gun aroma ejaculates
My dick
It's a bad day
Fuckin' with the AK spray
Here's a lesson for you, grown
Motherfuckers don't play
Coke talk all you want
I give a fuck about it
Go hard face to face
I really fuckin' doubt it
Click bang
Motherfucker you dead
Final level gang
Bitch leave your ass in the red
Iceberg cuz
You know my life story
You fakes bore me
Just keepin' it real
Never leave my fuckin' house
Without packin' my steel
Simply roll up
And feel your cap get peeled
That glock go
That eighth go
That fifth go
That's how i get down
That Trey go
That Ruger go
That Nina go
Thats how i get down
My glock go
That eighth go
That fifth go
Thats how i get down
That Trey go
That Ruger go
That Nina go
Thats how i get down
Thats how i get down
Hold that
Told cats to fall back
Or fall flat
Homie I'm rough with it
Fuck with it
Nuff get it
Trust me it's tough
When it's Huss grippin
It's big bucks with it
Luck ridden chumps
Gettin' bucks
I cuts' in it
Just enough to touch
What you busters didn't
The gun get it crunk
If it's a punk riffin'
the pump lift'em up
like hung pictures
I was a 2-5 toter
32 stasher
had two of em
That was fast
As I was movin' em
Nines for 550
The Mac gon cost ya
Renig' Trig cats
Will off ya
Glock 40
Fell in love with it
Took it in the jooks
Kept it on cock
While footin' it in the brook
First I picked it up
The suspense was killin' me
Now it cost niggaz
Their expensive jewelry
Make em take it off
Like airport security
Tucked it
Jumped in the benz
Of my enemy
Fuck it
The duckets tentatively
Been the subject generally
So I'm on deck
Willingly
Stick'em with my catchphrase
Ay remember me
Stray pay the penalty
A.K. your centerpiece
Yeah
Old boy got issues
So tell old boy
Your homeboy got pistols
That Glock go
That eighth go
That fifth go
That's how I get down
That Trey go
That Ruger go
That Nina go
That's how I get down
That Glock go
That eighth go
That fifth go
That's how I get down
That Trey go
That Ruger go
That Nina go
That's how I get down
yea
That's how I get down
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye

Written by:
Damon Smith

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