Gotta Know
Got my girl yes she it
Got my pole yet it hit
Got my blunt yeah it's lit
Haters still talking shit
All until I get my pole
Kill the stress when I blow smoke
Send that auto at the throat
How you don't you got to know
Got my girl yes she it
Got my pole yet it hit
Got my blunt yeah it's lit
Haters still talking shit
All until I get my pole
Kill the stress when I blow smoke
Send that auto at the throat
How you don't you got to know
Understand this big shit
I won't ever sell no brick
I be selling hella beats
I don't have to sell no brick
Dreamed it and I lived it
I can never leave this shit
I be cautious with this shit
I'm the boss of my own shit yea
Used to think that it was rare to get money yeah
Now I see all type of girls in front of me yeah
I remember when my days was ugly yeah
Working so hard and now it's lovely yeah
I don't have to whip the pot yeah
Know all my music gone knock
I swear that I cannot stop
I swear that I cannot stop
Bitches be throwing the twat
Brodie be rolling with glock
All of these bitches gone flock
When they see me gettin Guap
Got my girl yes she it
Got my pole yet it hit
Got my blunt yeah it's lit
Haters still talking shit
All until I get my pole
Kill the stress when I blow smoke
Send that auto at the throat
How you don't you got to know
Got my pole yet it hit
Got my blunt yeah it's lit
Haters still talking shit
All until I get my pole
Kill the stress when I blow smoke
Send that auto at the throat
How you don't you got to know
Got my girl yes she it
Got my pole yet it hit
Got my blunt yeah it's lit
Haters still talking shit
All until I get my pole
Kill the stress when I blow smoke
Send that auto at the throat
How you don't you got to know
Understand this big shit
I won't ever sell no brick
I be selling hella beats
I don't have to sell no brick
Dreamed it and I lived it
I can never leave this shit
I be cautious with this shit
I'm the boss of my own shit yea
Used to think that it was rare to get money yeah
Now I see all type of girls in front of me yeah
I remember when my days was ugly yeah
Working so hard and now it's lovely yeah
I don't have to whip the pot yeah
Know all my music gone knock
I swear that I cannot stop
I swear that I cannot stop
Bitches be throwing the twat
Brodie be rolling with glock
All of these bitches gone flock
When they see me gettin Guap
Got my girl yes she it
Got my pole yet it hit
Got my blunt yeah it's lit
Haters still talking shit
All until I get my pole
Kill the stress when I blow smoke
Send that auto at the throat
How you don't you got to know
Credits
Writer(s): Jimmy Irvin
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