Ar-Ab - How I Do It lyrics

[Intro: Kevin Gates] Switch my swag, pants on sag, pockets full of bands (Man hol' up) Nah b**h 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 [Bridge: Kevin Gates] 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 [Hook: Kevin Gates] 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 f** I'm doing? Me and AR-AB, what the f** we doing? Dippin' in a truck, pistol by the gut Bend them n***as' block, hit them n***as 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 sh** go on, I am unalarmed Mice in the trap, counting thirty racks Forty in my lap, how the f** I rap? n***a I used to love lived next door Shot me in my back as I was getting more [Hook: Kevin Gates] 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 [Verse 2: AR-AB & Kevin Gates] Coke wanna rob, uzi got milage 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 wal) 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 [?] Hitchco*k Dreamed of this sh** 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 f** 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, f** a damn wallet Overcook dope, rubber band addict Diamond teeth boy, landlord Brasi [Hook: Kevin Gates] 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