KNO BOUT

Pack touch down and trap don't close til everything I got sold out
I ain't tryna kick it naw I ain't doing nothing so don't call me when y'all go out
Most I'ma do is chill with my bitch and I'ma still catch plays at my hoe house
Bad lil bitch she thick you can see it from the front when she walk it poke out
Run up my check now the hoes keep shooting they shot like I brought the goal out
Last nigga played with my paper
Got the shaking like a stripper when I pulled that pole out
Ima stay down and stack my bread naw I aint never going back broke now
Ima get paid and stay out the way that's something these niggaz don't know bout

You may not see me for months
Unless you tryna purchase some runtz
I might have a bankroll for my lunch
Boy I'm having more bags then the dump
And my plug keep on throwing me bows
I been sitting in the trap getting crunk
Play with me Ima wipe your nose
Treat a nigga like my lil son
Phone ringing and the door swinging got my bitch spot hot as hell
Old lady next door keep on tripping saying she gon call 12
Ion really bother nobody I aint doin nothing but making my sales
I keep on checking the tracking to see when my package gon come in the mail

Pack touch down and trap don't close til everything I got sold out
I ain't tryna kick it naw I ain't doing nothing so don't call me when y'all go out
Most I'ma do is chill with my bitch and I'ma still catch plays at my hoe house
Bad lil bitch she thick you can see it from the front when she walk it poke out
Run up my check now the hoes keep shooting they shot like I brought the goal out
Last nigga played with my paper
Got the shaking like a stripper when I pulled that pole out
Ima stay down and stack my bread naw I aint never going back broke now
Ima get paid and stay out the way that's something these niggaz don't know bout

Charged him 8400 for two bags know a nigga had to Randy Moss him
Get that load in when I buss it open it
Stank up the partments got every one nauseous
My bitch neighbors can't wait til she move out
But we gon keep this spot and get a new house
Play with me boy its gon be a shootout
Ima send yo ass straight to the gulag
Sheesh when I do leave the house Ima put that shit on
They can get the same fit but I bet it don't hit
Cuz my drip is some shit you can't clone
Bitches shooting they shot and girl don't get mad
Cuz she know that her nigga a goal
All this ice on my neck yea its froze
They like that nigga there cold

Pack touch down and trap don't close til everything I got sold out
I ain't tryna kick it naw I ain't doing nothing so don't call me when y'all go out
Most I'ma do is chill with my bitch and I'ma still catch plays at my hoe house
Bad lil bitch she thick you can see it from the front when she walk it poke out
Run up my check now the hoes keep shooting they shot like I brought the goal out
Last nigga played with my paper
Got the shaking like a stripper when I pulled that pole out
Ima stay down and stack my bread naw I aint never going back broke now
Ima get paid and stay out the way that's something these niggaz don't know bout



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Writer(s): Jared Rice
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