How U Luv That - Big K.R.I.T., Big Sant

Shit, I got the hook up bitch,

What you know bout this?

Old school my whip, King Tut my wrist

I got the hook up bitch,

What you know bout this?

I put on my clique, hoes on my dick

How you love that?

How you love that?

How you love that?

How you love that?

How you love that?

How you love that?

I got the hook up bitch,

What you know bout this?

Fuck what you heard hoe, they know bout the crizzle

The Chevy on gold Pirelli’s, with the pole in the middle

I break a hoe if she brittle,

Pimping hot off the griddle

Fucking busters that’s creeping and fucking for nothing

So high up figure

I was trickin off, candy paint my candy frame

Don’t be ashamed to lick it off

Hail Mary’s to game, to a dame, and you can’t pick it off

Off the chain, I can sick it off

Time and time again I try to tell em lemme kick it off and bang on

Put them lames on,

It ain’t more tied if I ain’t put my name on

Make the kind of track to put a train on

Styrofoam, purple rain on

Fresh up out the cleanest, bout the meanest, not a stain on it

Rain on it, pussy chains on it,

Bet the game on it

Bout whoop a beat to the frequency that a bitch came on it

Keep it rango, bitch you lookin hang on the flow

I leave a bitch fiending for some more

Shit, I got the hook up bitch,

What you know bout this?

Old school my whip, King Tut my wrist

I got the hook up bitch,

What you know bout this?

I put on my clique, hoes on my dick

How you love that?

How you love that?

How you love that?

How you love that?

How you love that?

How you love that?

I got the hook up bitch,

What you know bout this?

Yeah, B is I, G front biatch,

Young creep nigga, hoe you know just what I be bout

It’s time to take out the T tops, we own that, like banners

Man hold up, my car older than your favorite rapper

This that shit that they should capture on film

Lights, camera, action life

Bitch my pimpin 1080p without no satellite

Some niggas ain’t acting right,

Talking bout who run the south

They know us since they stick it, ain’t no Robotuss to help em out

I’ve been official, big dog in the yard,

Rollin more likely to murder every verse that I start

So as soon as I park, and I hop on the pot

Better leave with yo bitch, for I’m off in her mouth

Cause I’m a big timer rhymer, no cosigners will rhyme for you

If I ain’t with that clear then let me break it down for you

They lame, we not, see us, on top,

Alumni forever ever bitch,

They know I got the…

Shit, I got the hook up bitch,

What you know bout this?

Old school my whip, King Tut my wrist

I got the hook up bitch,

What you know bout this?

I put on my clique, hoes on my dick

How you love that?

How you love that?

How you love that?

How you love that?

How you love that?

How you love that?

I got the hook up bitch,

What you know bout this?