How I Do It - Kevin Gates, AR-Ab

Switch my swag, pants on sag, pockets full of bands

(Man hol' up)

Nah bitch don’t go duck on me

I bet I’ll make the trip

Switch my swag, pants on sag, pockets full of bands

(I'll never let you down)

You are what you do, not what you say you’ll do

I’m a shooter with a shooter

Extension out the baby uzi

A lot 'dem wonder how I do it

Switch my swag, pants on sag, pockets full of bands

Pockets full of bands

I’m a shooter with a shooter

Extension out the baby uzi

A lot ‘dem wonder how I do it

Cocaine distribution

Bred to win, born a loser

Bad dope steady losing

Dog food with the music

Narcotic distribution

Drinking by the liter, diamonds in my ear

German engineered, I ain’t gotta steer

Gold framed specs, lens is super clear

Toast ‘em with the lean, this is our year

I’m a shooter with a shooter

Extension out the baby uzi

A lot ‘dem wonder how I do it

A lot ‘dem wonder how I do it

[Verse 1: Kevin Gates & AR-AB

Switch my swag, pants on sag, pockets full of bands

Dirty fingernails, what the fuck I’m doing?

Me and AR-AB, what the fuck we doing?

Dippin' in a truck, pistol by the gut

Bend them niggas' block, hit them niggas up

Call a phone cab, you ain’t gotta come

Got a hundred shooters, this ain’t what they want

Wanted eight grams, jumped to 33

This example saying call it Patrick Ewing

In my business ain’t no tellin' what we doing

Lyor Cohen saying «How the hell he do it?»

Chop a hundred grams, never had a deal

No advance money, got it off the bill

Caught my first body high off the pill

Internet beef, how are y’all for real?

Jumping petty bonds, legend, I’m a god

Step a step for nothing, clutch a bunch of rods

I’m ready to die, faith is in the law

When gangster shit go on, I am unalarmed

Mice in the trap, counting thirty racks

Forty in my lap, how the fuck I rap?

Nigga I used to love lived next door

Shot me in my back as I was getting more

I’m a shooter with a shooter

Extension out the baby uzi

A lot ‘dem wonder how I do it

Cocaine distribution

Bred to win, born a loser

Bad dope steady losing

Dog food with the music

Narcotic distribution

Drinking by the liter, diamonds in my ear

German engineered, I ain’t gotta steer

Gold framed specs, lens is super clear

Toast ‘em with the lean, this is our year

I’m a shooter with a shooter

Extension out the baby uzi

A lot ‘dem wonder how I do it

Coke wanna rob, uzi got mileage

Sitting in the projects, sleeping with a chopper

Bring it down proper, with a bunch of rastas

They cut your head off, then they play soccer

(wan and keep it wan?)

(Big man you sound like a pwussy wan)

Cash I’ll bring it, bet I get ‘em gone

Bet I make the trip, watch I get ‘em gone

Brick squares doing big numbers

Team will Hitchcock

Dreamed of this shit sitting in the cell

Murder one charge, I ain’t have bail

First day home they gave me a MAC

125, point it to the scale

Used to be the plug, turned into the socket

In the Maserati, kicking it with Masi

Fast car driving, grape jar watching

Fiends, cops, crips, Xan bar popping

Hi-Tech straight, pour four zips

Fuck that Sprite, I don’t mix this

Pop me a perc, Full blown song

Pop me an opp, it been too long

Black selfish devil, black phone

Credit card holder, fuck a damn wallet

Overcook dope, rubber band addict

Diamond teeth boy, landlord Brasi

I’m a shooter with a shooter

Extension out the baby uzi

A lot ‘dem wonder how I do it

Cocaine distribution

Bred to win, born a loser

Bad dope steady losing

Dog food with the music

Narcotic distribution

Drinking by the liter, diamonds in my ear

German engineered, I ain’t gotta steer

Gold framed specs, lens is super clear

Toast ‘em with the lean, this is our year

I’m a shooter with a shooter

Extension out the baby uzi

A lot ‘dem wonder how I do it