Know Me

Imma drive that car like i stole it
No photos me an bitch we dont like recording
That bitch suck me through my Hilfigers homie
These fans say they love me but don't really know me

Off a bean
Nigga pour me up codeine
Always someone tryna show what they can be
that bitch want dick send to voicemail if she calling
i said shawty ride wit me i think she stalling

Found out you had a mans so had to proceed wit caution
Your mans a lame well yea he beat that so she lost it
Found out you feelin me so had to change the watches
She like it when my vv's dripping like a faucet

Piped up in the back look at my chains poppin
Hand cuff that hoe wit a zip tie should've had a locket
Nike check on her for' i had to cross it
Ain't wit that pillow talkin shit fuck all a your gossip

We gon be alright that's what they told me
Think they were talkin to the old me
The molly don't really make me feel lonely
I can see all of the lies when i be off the codeine

I think that's my eve my heart is hers to keep
I pull deep wit whatever she need
I cannot sleep with her knowing imma fiend
For your love which was just nothing but a dream

You'll see me do drugs won't see me snort no lines
I gotta bad bitch wit me can't wait to get her inside
These bitches wanna fuck akira but she the only girl on my mind
If she link up wit her mans imma tell her don't waste my time

Back up in the boof i'm draped in all designer
On my momma slimey snakes wit me when i'm in Prada
Keep all a my vv's round my neck when i'm in the shower
Swerve off like Johnny Dang bumpin my music louder

Imma drive that car like i stole it
No photos me an bitch we dont like recording
That bitch suck me through my Hilfigers homie
These fans say they love me but don't really know me