Interstate Fatz - U Know How I Do It (Official Video)

Watch the official video for “U Know How I Do It” by Interstate Fatz.

Produced by The Audibles
Shot by Sam King
Edited by Khill Datta

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Verse 1:
Been up at BARE, on my grizzly like Poppa Bear/ next day headache, wake up and I pop a bayer/ then I pop a beer, take a swig, turkey bacon n grits/ then Throw my thoughts down on paper while I’m taking a shit/ I shit lyrics of lyricist I done ate whole/ battle rapper so rappers think I’m an a-hole/ too many drizzy drakes, too many j coles/ too many rappers bite rappers that stole Ye flow/ they stole Jay flow, they stole Kane flow/ they dress gay, their coalition is rainbow/ tight clothes, white hoes, tricking in abundance/ foreign car name dropper, pulled up in a bucket/ low budget, and I ain’t got no budget/ but keep flashing, I’ll be tapping off of yo budget/ I’m straight jack’n, til they throw me in a straight jacket/ they may back it if I say that I’m out here Maybach’n/ fathoming phantoms da fantasies that I’m having/ I was really quarterbacking, u Kids was still playing madden/ packaging packages pass’em to cats that’s trafficking/ trap me inside a lab and these lyrics are like a labyrinth/ young and arrogant, basically un-american/ never did drug experiment, hustled because ya parents did/ methamphetamine, coke, pills, and heroin/ mafia like da Mexicans, a gangster and a gentleman/ pocketing profits I promise it’s common knowledge/ addicted to clock’n Dollas, Do dealings wit gualla guallas/ drug trafficker, risking a dozen calendars/ gutted and stuffed an Acura, I’m taking this to Akron bruh/ they gotta habit, they gotta have it/ I got it I brought it, so when they need it they hit me/ u know how I do it

Verse 2:
I gotta dope game legacy, cocaine extacy/ 08’ fish tank, OJ next to me/ twenty ten once again, I was moving Heavy D/ & The Boys had me downtown tryna question me/ my white power, I’m not a nazi/ before 106, I was getting rid of Roxxy/ hot as Mayweather, u probably wanna box me/ but they could hire Vivica, and could out Fox me/ my operations running smooth, I’m very strategic/ your movement isn’t even moving, it’s paraplegic/ this mob started in prison, that American Me shit/ our history’s the mystery’s, like them Pharaoh’s in Egypt/ they whistle blowing like Edward Snowden, they wiki-leakin/ but that’s ok, that 50 cal will have em really leakin/ stacking Benjamin’s, acting as if I’m indigent/ the land of the slaves, where we guilty til proven innocent/ u isn’t built tough enough to steal my position/ u couldn’t get rid of Fatz, with a dietician/ penny pinching, inner sinner city slicking/ hemi engines, dippin dodging apprehensions/ my competition too busy doing drizzy renditions/ this campaign faces little of any resistance/ these dudes do Rap tough, like they wit da business/ bout as hood as New New, or Diggy Simmons/ try to front for YouTube, or some Twitter mentions/ you’ll need repairs on sight, no stigmatism/ spitting ism got ya chick giving this dick attention/ my babies in her mouth, what a spitting image/ Listen Pimpin, u ain’t gotta get defensive/ the way I spit it, got my critics feeling insufficient/ fuck a label, I’d rather do it independent/ cause every deal I ever signed, got me sent to prison/ u know how I do it...