How We Act (feat. O.T. Genasis)

Yeah-ah, it's your boy-oy-oy, Mr. EZ Wider

Back up in this thing with two P's

That's two pounds of that kush, for Kush + Orange Juice 2

So put two fingers in the air

Grab two girls with long hair

And light somethin' up with Wiz Khalifa, y'all

Both hands on the wheel

She was Taylor Gang, she Taylor Gang still

Them **** boring, she hit me, she wanna chill

Let her play with the switch, she know the game's signed, sealed

I'm on tequila, she on Hennessy

Love that kush and orange juice, she never knew how it feel

Hating on us, they running up the hill

For real, I fill my cup and cleaning up a spill

Wanna indulge in what I'm puffing

I can tell that she troublesome, two girls, that's double fun

Show off what you got, don't gotta cover up

Don't look behind us, see what's in front of us

Light this weed, there's a couple of 'em

Say you gon' get it tatted, if it ain't the gang, fuck 'em

Don't really trip on other bitches, you the main one

Switching up whips, I never pull up in the same one

She wanna cuddle, I wanna cuddle too

Legs in the air, dick in the middle, that's a W

Ain't tryna fuck, you better say somethin'

Mashed potatoes, rice, and beans, you ain't the main one

All that hatin', get your cake up

I never met alien or a bitch that I can't fuck (Woo)

Still hitting it from the back (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

That's how we act

I'm the one that you hit up to come relax

I'm the one getting you Taylor Gang tats

Putting that oil on your body, rubbing your back

I roll one up and you roll one to match

I get so in my bag

You want a drink, but don't know how to ask

You love the feeling, you hope that it last

'Cause at the moment, we both feel intense

Know I'm gon' get a chance

Nobody put you onto game, help you program it in

Don't wanna leave, you wanna stay with me, so it depends

Wanted a G, you really got one

I just know how to win

Like when I see you need a Rollie to go on your wrist

Me and my team, we make the go, we don't only attempt

So light this weed, forget your phone 'cause lil' homie a wimp

Ain't no half with me, one hundred's the only percent

She wanna cuddle, I wanna cuddle too

Legs in the air, dick in the middle, that's a W

Ain't tryna fuck, you better say somethin'

Mashed potatoes, rice, and beans, you ain't the main one

All that hatin', get your cake up

I never met alien or a bitch that I can't fuck (Woo)

Still hitting it from the back (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

That's how we act