How We Do It - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

I freeze the same bitch, I'm a glacier

Work the night, Pooh work the day shift

On South Beach, I'm in my spaceship

And I got more jewelry than Jacob

Haters sick, they doin' clap moves

Might as well just call the jake up

In their feelings, not their bag

Just like a bitch, they need some make-up (Woah)

Like a ho after a break-up, head chopped on him, got a tape up

I'm so picky, on my Vicky, shoot your funeral and wake up

Watch who you be screamin', "Free"

Sometimes their paperwork don't match up

I'm a hustler and a robber, pray my crew never gеt captured

Ball like the Toronto Raptors, major playеr, indie label

Smokin' flavor, Garcia Vega, opps, yeah, that's my favorite flavor (Well damn)

Yeah, my daddy named me Gucci, but my mama named me Radric (Mom)

But I named my crew So Icy, then I put that on my bracelet (It's Gucci)

[Chorus: Roboy & Pooh Shiesty]

And there ain't no playin' games

Nigga, knowin' that we step

I can't change on my gang

These niggas know just what I rap

You know how we do it, nigga

You know I ain't cool with niggas

You slidin', then prove it, nigga

No hidin', we shoot at niggas

Load the clip, I'm tryna shoot us a movie

Turn the swimmin' pool into a jacuzzi

Signed to Gucci, now I'm dodgin' the groupies

So official, niggas know how we do it

Know how we movin'

Had to bust down my necklace

Top tier, bitches know that I'm special

First nigga out the hood with a deal (Ayy, ayy)

So I know I gotta keep me a weapon (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2: Pooh Shiesty]

Big automatics for all my opps, I'd really hate to be 'em

Brung 'em out just to get killed, I guess that means I paid to see 'em

My shooters startin', they didn't come off the bench, these ain't no Jeremy Lins

Gucci sealed the deal, now nothin' but blue check hoes in my DMs

My lil' Brooklyn ho too trained to go, keep my Glock in her Timbs

Screamin', "Free Hank" ain't gon' work, now he out, what you gon' give him?

I keep chopper ridin' with me, can't name no young nigga more brazy than him

Ayy, this Glock can chop a tree, bitch, you can't pay me to do an attempt

I use the red key for my SRT, press the gas in my Yeezy boots

Ayy, it ain't no pullin' over for the jake, bitch, we do high pursuit

Don't ask to join my gang, it ain't no way, we don't do no recruitin'

If we five deep and you sittin' in the middle, you ain't got no business shootin'

[Chorus: Roboy]