Let Me Know Something (feat. 2une.n)
I be rolling down I-70
Straight floating
Finna turn on I-170
And keep going
Best believe the car we in got hella Smoke in it
Smino or Bari on the stereo nigga
My potna strapped like MayDay Parade fo sho
Mad drums case he gotta put on a Show
On 270 with the tints slightly rolled
Taking swigs of the water to keep me Cold nigga
So
Let me know something
Let me know
Let me know
Let me know something
In the whip with my potna
And we blowing something down
You already know we blowing Something down
So
Let me know something
Let me know
Let me know
Let me know something
In the whip with my potna
And we blowing something down
You already know we blowing Something down
We gotta stop and get some Munchies
Niggas is hella hungry
(Hella Hungry)
Go to Fish & Chicken
Tell 'em catfish nug me
They never scan
They always show me love G
Tarter sauce and extra hot sauce Please
Now we in the parking lot
Straight fucking up the food
My brother fresh off the gig he said What it do
Pull up he got more gas than the BP
Match we was gon do that on GP
No lie nigga i'm fried just like MSG
Play a beat and i'm finna glide like Ozzie
My eyes red as my potna Jordan 5's
My eyes red as the Schnucks sign
(HAHA)
Let me know something
Let me know
Let me know
Let me know something
In the whip with my potna
And we blowing something down
You already know we blowing Something down
So
Let me know something
Let me know
Let me know
Let me know something
In the whip with my potna
And we blowing something down
You already know we blowing Something down
I just worked a long shift
Time to blow spliffs
Many clouds in the whip
My eyes won't lift
Style spiff so diff
No I don't drip
Midwest slang off the rip
No bucking turns
Catch my drift
Cruise through the Northside like
What's the move
Fried so i need the best rice from Bing Lu
A blueberry Vess
Just to compliment the food is what I Choose
A real STL nigga mood
Bro back home i say let's slide to the Loop
Pull up to Avalon need some threads For a shoot
The illest from the alley ain't no Clique we the crew
Yeah i do numbers on machines
But that's what they use to
So yo
Let me know something
Let me know
Let me know
Let me know something
Claim they catching bodies
Always blowing something down
Truthfully man i feel like they clowns
(Everyone)
So yo
Let me know something
Let me know
Let me know
Let me know something
Rocking the flyest on our bodies
You can't come around
Hopping out the whip
Cologne smell like it's made of Pounds
Straight floating
Finna turn on I-170
And keep going
Best believe the car we in got hella Smoke in it
Smino or Bari on the stereo nigga
My potna strapped like MayDay Parade fo sho
Mad drums case he gotta put on a Show
On 270 with the tints slightly rolled
Taking swigs of the water to keep me Cold nigga
So
Let me know something
Let me know
Let me know
Let me know something
In the whip with my potna
And we blowing something down
You already know we blowing Something down
So
Let me know something
Let me know
Let me know
Let me know something
In the whip with my potna
And we blowing something down
You already know we blowing Something down
We gotta stop and get some Munchies
Niggas is hella hungry
(Hella Hungry)
Go to Fish & Chicken
Tell 'em catfish nug me
They never scan
They always show me love G
Tarter sauce and extra hot sauce Please
Now we in the parking lot
Straight fucking up the food
My brother fresh off the gig he said What it do
Pull up he got more gas than the BP
Match we was gon do that on GP
No lie nigga i'm fried just like MSG
Play a beat and i'm finna glide like Ozzie
My eyes red as my potna Jordan 5's
My eyes red as the Schnucks sign
(HAHA)
Let me know something
Let me know
Let me know
Let me know something
In the whip with my potna
And we blowing something down
You already know we blowing Something down
So
Let me know something
Let me know
Let me know
Let me know something
In the whip with my potna
And we blowing something down
You already know we blowing Something down
I just worked a long shift
Time to blow spliffs
Many clouds in the whip
My eyes won't lift
Style spiff so diff
No I don't drip
Midwest slang off the rip
No bucking turns
Catch my drift
Cruise through the Northside like
What's the move
Fried so i need the best rice from Bing Lu
A blueberry Vess
Just to compliment the food is what I Choose
A real STL nigga mood
Bro back home i say let's slide to the Loop
Pull up to Avalon need some threads For a shoot
The illest from the alley ain't no Clique we the crew
Yeah i do numbers on machines
But that's what they use to
So yo
Let me know something
Let me know
Let me know
Let me know something
Claim they catching bodies
Always blowing something down
Truthfully man i feel like they clowns
(Everyone)
So yo
Let me know something
Let me know
Let me know
Let me know something
Rocking the flyest on our bodies
You can't come around
Hopping out the whip
Cologne smell like it's made of Pounds
Credits
Writer(s): Kenneth Dickerson, Tahj Wilkins
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