How We Do This by KVN Lyrics
[Intro]
Ay-yo
Mic check one-two
It’s the West yo!
CMB, what up?
[Chorus: KVN]
These rappers ain’t shit to me, Go ask anybody you see!
And she ain’t nothin' but a bitch to me
I gotta keep my guard up, Trust me on this
Y’all know how we do this shit in the city of CMB?
And you ain’t really gotta try so hard, Homie you can never be me!
[Verse 1: KVN]
Now that’s a fact!
Most people call me, "Theo"
Roll out like Autobots and Armadillos
With the squad, Croc and Jay; Pot and haze
Make a forest fire and just rock the place!
Broke bitches think they smart, Looking trends on Pinterest
Playing with they daddy's money, Who are you? A Disney princess?
I’ve seen enough shit with these hoes, Now I’m calm
That’s the main reason why I only trust my mom!
Got my game face on when I spit, Like Drago
When I hit the stage there ain’t no Boos, just Bravos
After the show, I might go for punani
Make a girl wet like the '04 tsunami!
[Chorus: KVN]
These rappers ain’t shit to me, Go ask anybody you see!
And she ain’t nothin' but a bitch to me
I gotta keep my guard up, Trust me on this
Y’all know how we do this shit in the city of CMB?
And you ain’t really gotta try so hard, Homie you can never be me!
[Verse 2: Kimbula7]
Got your paranoia rolling? Now these nigga's start moaning
You be looking like a phoney, Damn! these girls love phoney
Brain dead or lonely, Better you don't know me
ගැහුවේ shots අපි lowkey!
That's why we ain't on a floor piece
'Cause we a rare breed, pure skill, We blow heat
We go mainstream, Niggas playing creep
Hear whispers in the street, Come and take a seat
දීපන් lap එක මෙහෙට
Your rap's kinda fucking weak, Delete that fruity loops beat
Call me cheap, Bitches want your G's
බල්ලො බුරනවා හොදයි than singing covers on repeat
How to stand on your feet?
Here's a receipt, Load up the heat
Let me be discreet, Spotlight on the pre-cum brain dead breed
Easy මුඩුක්කුවෙන් එලියට, ජාතික ගොන් joke dead beat
Acting like a gangster but you sucking on a teat
My outlook looking kinda sweet
පොළොවේ පය ගහන් ගියේ in these motherfucking streets!
[Chorus: KVN]
These rappers ain’t shit to me, Go ask anybody you see!
And she ain’t nothin' but a bitch to me
I gotta keep my guard up trust me on this
Y’all know how we do this shit in the city of CMB?
And you ain’t really gotta try so hard, Homie you can never be me!
[Outro]
Yeah, y’all know how we do it in the West?
Check it, It’s the K to the N with the K to the seven
Step into the beat and feels like heaven!
I'm just fucking with y’all
Ay-yo
Mic check one-two
It’s the West yo!
CMB, what up?
[Chorus: KVN]
These rappers ain’t shit to me, Go ask anybody you see!
And she ain’t nothin' but a bitch to me
I gotta keep my guard up, Trust me on this
Y’all know how we do this shit in the city of CMB?
And you ain’t really gotta try so hard, Homie you can never be me!
[Verse 1: KVN]
Now that’s a fact!
Most people call me, "Theo"
Roll out like Autobots and Armadillos
With the squad, Croc and Jay; Pot and haze
Make a forest fire and just rock the place!
Broke bitches think they smart, Looking trends on Pinterest
Playing with they daddy's money, Who are you? A Disney princess?
I’ve seen enough shit with these hoes, Now I’m calm
That’s the main reason why I only trust my mom!
Got my game face on when I spit, Like Drago
When I hit the stage there ain’t no Boos, just Bravos
After the show, I might go for punani
Make a girl wet like the '04 tsunami!
[Chorus: KVN]
These rappers ain’t shit to me, Go ask anybody you see!
And she ain’t nothin' but a bitch to me
I gotta keep my guard up, Trust me on this
Y’all know how we do this shit in the city of CMB?
And you ain’t really gotta try so hard, Homie you can never be me!
[Verse 2: Kimbula7]
Got your paranoia rolling? Now these nigga's start moaning
You be looking like a phoney, Damn! these girls love phoney
Brain dead or lonely, Better you don't know me
ගැහුවේ shots අපි lowkey!
That's why we ain't on a floor piece
'Cause we a rare breed, pure skill, We blow heat
We go mainstream, Niggas playing creep
Hear whispers in the street, Come and take a seat
දීපන් lap එක මෙහෙට
Your rap's kinda fucking weak, Delete that fruity loops beat
Call me cheap, Bitches want your G's
බල්ලො බුරනවා හොදයි than singing covers on repeat
How to stand on your feet?
Here's a receipt, Load up the heat
Let me be discreet, Spotlight on the pre-cum brain dead breed
Easy මුඩුක්කුවෙන් එලියට, ජාතික ගොන් joke dead beat
Acting like a gangster but you sucking on a teat
My outlook looking kinda sweet
පොළොවේ පය ගහන් ගියේ in these motherfucking streets!
[Chorus: KVN]
These rappers ain’t shit to me, Go ask anybody you see!
And she ain’t nothin' but a bitch to me
I gotta keep my guard up trust me on this
Y’all know how we do this shit in the city of CMB?
And you ain’t really gotta try so hard, Homie you can never be me!
[Outro]
Yeah, y’all know how we do it in the West?
Check it, It’s the K to the N with the K to the seven
Step into the beat and feels like heaven!
I'm just fucking with y’all