D-Andre - How

How
How, how
Woah
How, how
Woah, woah

Take it off shorty you know what I'm trying to get into
She asked for a g but she came for the d I ain't trippin' off shorty it's cool
She wanted to smoke, so hop in the coupe
And we can go cruise
And I promise I'm leavin' a mark on your heart like a motherfuckin' bruise
I been gone for a minute I came back they said I been actin' brand new
She sendin' me nudes
I'm up on the road I be missin' her body
Shorty she wanted the bottle I copped the Bacardi
I'm dying hair red, I feel like I'm Carti
And shorty she know how to party she really just off of the molly
She askin' if I really love her, and I told her no sorry
End of that story

Walk out the store with a pack full of Dutches
Smoke that shit up then I'm gettin' the munchies
And that bitch going to eat up the dick cause she hungry
Tell shorty to get off my phone cause she buggin'
My demons pull up, and they send shots like nothin'
It sound like a drum, like we was playin' percussion
These bitches ain't shit they gon' cheat with yo cousin
If you wanted the smoke why yo ass started runnin'?
Runnin' Runnin' Runnin' Runnin'

Pulled up on his ass and he really start runnin'
And all of my niggas they gunnin'
And I'm off of these tabs, finna get into somethin'
She was just fuckin' and takin' my energy, don't think she feelin' me
Like who is the enemy?
That slowly was killin' me, I took me a tab in a whole new reality
Wanna fuck on me now cause I turned to a better me?
Like what do you see in me, baby be honest like what do you see in me?
I got me some dreams I been chasin' she know I won't stop til' I get to the top and she really believe in me
Take a trip to the Dale and she givin' me top, cause the radio and I need me some company (uh)

Walk out the store with a pack full of Dutches
Smoke that shit up then I'm gettin' the munchies
And that bitch gonna eat up the dick cause she hungry
Tell shorty to get off my phone cause she buggin'
My demons pull up, and they send shots like nothin'
It sound like a drum, like we was playin percussion
These bitches ain't shit they gon' cheat with yo cousin
If you wanted the smoke why yo ass started runnin'?
Runnin' Runnin' Runnin' Runnin'
If you wanted the smoke why yo ass started runnin'?

Written by:
Shane Linstrom, Dominique Jones

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