How We Rockin

(Verse 1) When i'm fish-tailin out of Magic City In a car that cost a half a millie Turn the corner too quick Then spilled drink on my Dickie Bad bitch, on my right side, she filthy Damn you got some pretty titties And I love when she call Guwop big poppa Cause we fucking all night like Kim and Peggy Double cup of that candy Got a quarter pound of that cookie Poured a quarter pint on her pussy And now her pussy sticky We just came back from Italy And the feds said they want to come get me But I'm feelin just like big Meechy Cause i'm still gone plead not guilty See my girl shoes keep two c's on it Her dollar card got two b's on it Plus all my cars got F's on em But my lil boy's car got e's on it Your cd ain't got nothing on it Bought your cd, just to roll weed on it My girl told me they ain't got nothing on me Fuck her 20 minutes now she nuttin on me (Hook) That young nigga done stacked his cheese and bought a Benz That's how we rockin (x3) He draped up in Versace, shawty got some ends That's how we rockin (x3) He keep a chopper with him shotter will kill again That's how we rockin (x3) Bitch you so bad I don't care what I'ma spend That's how we rockin (x3) That's how we rockin, these hoes be jockin That's how we rockin, bottles keep on poppin That's how we rockin, I take you shoppin That's how we rockin, had a trap house on the dead end I know you scared then, I bust yo head in They said that Gucci man was broke, I told em nigga when Cause I was trapping on my house and I was only ten You say you beefin come see me I got that damn Mac-10 And I would killer, killer, killer, killer, kill again I told the feds that they lookin at a killer man My momma called me told me Gu-op you's a wanted man I told her Gu-op ain't here, pop I got a fuckin plan (Hook)