YOU KNOW IT

YOU KNOW IT Say, you niggas bitch Couldn't stand on all ten like a man Help up your hand I ain't put my feet up yet Sittin' back, five of raw Quagen mixed with a three of Tris They granny make anonymous tips What part of the beef is that? They must want granny wear the snitch jacket Wonder if she knew she'd have a bitch like you, she'd still have you Could've got your man, instead you got your friend and played savage Could've stacked your bread, instead you blew it fast and begged after Like f*** what I did back then, niggas want it now Remind me how my girl get when I don't spend, she a bitch The difference is, is in you niggas, I'm not puttin' no dick The difference is, is y'all want round with blicks with me and Spit My wrist up Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick Soon as bitch seen a ni*** wrist, she ate the whole dick When she be with you, act like an angel But with me, she on some ho shit Send her on her way to get this play and sell these four zips Trap pastor, word I'm preachin' to 'em make they soul lift D. Mitch, movin' through the city with this four-nick' Gave niggas my all, they slip and fall, the only time they call Cheered for niggas I ain't never cried when I ain't have the ball Crazy mix Rather have my ready than to have your raw I'll be on my way, stop what I'm doin' soon I get the call I ain't worried 'bout no ni***, especially if that niggas's y'all I ain't worryin' 'bout no ni***, long as he ain't the law Every time I got the call, I pull on side and dumped it off Every time they sub me in the game, I came straight in and balled I don't know a lot of things, I know you niggas is the law Ask about me in the feds, short ni***, but I stood real tall I ain't gon' speak up on your flaws 'Cause you really was my dog Long live Fat, we get 'em gone I got fifty, send 'em home Give me fifty, I'll send 'em home Niggas dissin', deletin' songs Mad 'cause I don't hang with rats Mad 'cause ain't no comin' back Nigga, get up out the pack Trade deadline, you gettin' whacked I don't talk about the score 'Cause y'all don't do no gettin' back I don't talk about your bro 'cause I'm the one that did that I don't talk about your bro 'cause you ain't never get back Back up in that one mode, big bro got me out here rappin' Usually I'm over east baggin' up halves or gettin' active Jumpin' out them cars, throwin' that flame, and causin' havoc Now his mama cryin', you know this type of shit just happen I'm livin' what I'm rappin', most these new rappers be bappin' On internet, he's savage, he just killin' in his captions On internet, he bappin' till we hit him up in traffic On internet, he happy, in the trenches, shit end tragic You know it