KnowWasupWitMe

Yeah yeah, let's get it
Uhh huh.
I sped up the motion, I broke off the meter
I came out a loner, she love my demeanor

I came out the pot like this
Let's keep it a buck ain't a lot like this
They like Reeroc your cousin, Nah Reeroc my brother
Playin' with my loved ones, make a blood puddle

I was ina box, five sticks.
Puttem on Fox5 witta .556
If I told you I got it, that mean that it's petty
I'm tellin' you, I swear it ain't shit to mail-it

Give a fuck bout da problem, you can catch up with Belly
Posted up, tryna make shit, make a lil' sense
Before I get to steppin
Posted up, tryna make shit, make a lil' sense

Before I get to steppin
(Fuck-it Eye see it clear)
Give a fuck bout the problem, you can catch up with Belly
Give a fuck bout the hour, get chopped like a deli

Boy, I'm havin' power, gon' head dead-it
These streets"ll devour you, you ain't havin' fetty
Im like believe it or not, havin motion, is deadly
Im like fuck wit my gang, I'm knowin' she ready

I'm knowin' they ready
Yeah it's three of us, yeah, yea, yea, yea, Ed, Edd, Eddy
Poppin my shit, cashin-out ion lease
Piss a young n***a off, get a n***a ass deceased

Or Beat up, play ya roll in the game, bitch, a n***a don't need none
Boy our Hoes ain't the same, she gon' passionately eat it up
She be tryna attack me for beatin' it up
Type to be in the mix, just to find out the stitch

I'm about dat Action, but keep it tucked
Yeah I'm about dat action, but keep it tucked

Yeah, she KnowWasupWittme

Poppin shit, all at the double tree like Damn, hmm

Ain't enough of me,
LongLiveYungJeff, in my face
Poppin shit by myself, I'm goin' off faith
Super-duper tripped up, I'm gettin' paid
Poppin shit by myself I'm goin' off faith
Mm-hmm, I take a play

I take a play, I gettem hit
I switch it up, I send a Blitz, I gettem fucked
I can teach you some game, Or I can put you up
Mm-mmhm, in Glocks I trust

Mm-hmm, in opps i rush
Mm-hmm, in thots I gut
Yeah, tell me what you on

Come see me

And find out

I don't play with a bitch, you won't fuck up my image
I give her some dick, but it come independent
I'm runnin' it up, you just wanna be in-it da Image

Knowin a young nigga havin' plenty, hmm
If I showed you the roadmap, you wouldn't even believe it
Nigga, fuck a opp, I'm takin' down real demons
Ain't part of the plan, they just wanna see it

Would've passed em the ball if he told me he needed it
When I touch my first M, I'ma flip it repeatedly

Yeah yeah, let's get it, uhh-huh
I sped up the motion, I broke off the meter
I came out a loner, she love my demeanor

I came out the pot like this, let's keep it a buck
Ain't a lot like this, they like Reeroc ya cousin
Nah Reeroc my brother, playin' with my loved ones
Make a blood puddle, I was Ina box, five sticks

Puttem on Fox5 with a .556
If I told you I got it, that mean that it's petty
I'm tellin' you I swear, It ain't shit to mail-it
Give a fuck bout the problem, you can catch up with Belly

Posted up tryna make shit, make a lil' sense
Before I get to steppin
Posted up tryna make shit, make a lil' sense before I get to steppin
(Fuck-it Eye see it clear)
Give a fuck bout da problem, you can catch up with Belly



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Writer(s): Zion James
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