How U Do Dat Lyrics – Techne

How U Do Dat Lyrics by Techne

How you do that kirb?
Yeah, yeah, thirties
How you do that there? (how you do that there?)
How you? (how you do that there?)

How you do that there? (how you do that there?)
Rip pat, boy, you know i’m still smoking
We pour the four, still get it how i know it
Toting, gloating on the track

Lay 〈.?.〉, why he want a pitty-pat?
Get packed, hating, know i slay
On the a, where whoadie stay?
Pouring, pouring, how that sh#t going?

Everybody know me, water stay flowing
Talk, yeah, i’m four l, let that sh#t rip, got a little kick
I’m not a chevy, but i stay ready
Addicted to that dough, oh, so heavy

Play with it, let me know you well
Hazing it, yeah, that sh#t for show
Smoke, a-1, straight up off the shelf
A-1, all i got is a-1, no buns, straight rocked up, son

Off the shelf, what you need?
I got four for the five to the p’s
G, you know i keep that sh#t on my level
Five, you know them b#tches all come over

Tips in the k, all my mag finna spray
Andale, let’s go to the hundred
Keep them b#tches on the track, get to running
I need my money, i need my funding’s

I need my money, i need my funding’s
How you do that there, how you do that there?
Putting three point five all in the air
How you do that there, how you do that there?

Putting three point five all in the air
Parlay, parlay, parlay, three five, parlay
Parlay, parlay, parlay, parlay, parlay, parlay
Tripping balls, off ecstasy with goth hoes at rave shows

I be buying white claws and backwoods at texaco
I be buying percocets from pharmacies in mexico
Last time that i popped a xan, i crashed my girl’s durango
Junkie b#tch sucked my dick, she’s trying to pay her rent

And i’m trying to save some money, cut the coke with the fent, bruh
I don’t give a f#ck about the money that i spent
I couldn’t give a f#ck, yeah, i’ll slash another check
All my fans pedophiles, f#cking with the kid, bruh

I saw you at the mall, yeah, i think he works at lids
Running out of thoughts in my head, it’s just static
Really trying to break me, but thank god it’s elastic
Pull up to your mama block, i’ll shoot it up and make it spin

Every time she kiss my mouth, her lips taste like klonopin
I forgot the last time, i can’t believe how long it’s been
Girl, i think you’re really cute with all them piercings in your skin
Fell in the amounts of narcotics in the trunk

And i got a thousand glocks, bro, so please don’t press your luck
Yeah, i don’t give a sh#t, red faced rollie on my wrist
And my mag hold thirty rounds, you better pray i don’t miss
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Techne Lyrics – How U Do Dat

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How U Do Dat