Let Me Know

Bitch let me know something
He think we bouta box I got this Glock I'm bouta blow something
Even in the strip club I don't throw ones
Think you bouta loot over here you got the wrong one
So many stripes you would think I was the Tiger King
I caught a strike still thugging with this felony
I was down bad can't recall a nigga helping me
Can't cook it how I cook it you don't got the recipe
And let me know this
How niggas catch they opps outside but they ain't on shit
These niggas purping Imma slide bout my dough bitch
He ain't make the deadline he got his door kicked
Real trapper got the scales and the bows
Real P get a dollar out a hoe
If my trap ain't booming then my bitch on the pole
It's all on a bitch got to stick to the code
All on a bitch so a young nigga splurging
Bitch we need some zips if you want to cop that Birkin
Niggas want a bag but don't wanna put no work in
Sound like deadweight man these niggas be so worthless
Bet it's bout some money if you hear my phone chirping
Can't serve everybody watch out for them serpents
You disrespect leave your whole family hurting
We do closed caskets you won't need to see a surgeon
And it's free my nigga shhh
These niggas think they Broly till they get hit with this Glock
He ain't no real gangster nigga ran and told the cops
Heard he testified my young nigga got the drop
Yeah and we on that
Snitches get stitches that rat shit we don't condone that
Strip this nigga for his shit he want his phone back
Strip his bitch out her clothes I'm bouta bone that
Early morning trapping love to wake up to the green
Married to the money I can't give a bitch no ring
Police tryna stop the moves it's free the team
Told that bitch don't chase me
Chase your dream
She know I'm the next to blow
More gas than a Texaco
Lil nigga say he want some smoke
Turn him to some dope
My niggas don't take no fuckin L's we hand em out
Slime ball wipe a nigga nose at his mama house



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Writer(s): Artelle Blackwell
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