What You Know About It

(Intro)

Nigga, you know who the fuck we is

That conglomerate

(Verse)

Fuck boy, I’m a money ho

I chunk and rough you nigga ‘fore you ever see my money low

Alfredo, I got fettuccini

They be rappin talkin all that money, they ain’t never seen

Friend like you getting bank row

Nigga, you don’t make dough

Birthday over 1 slice, slap the cake though

They be on that funny shit, we e on that money shit

Catch us drinkin, pull up on that bong and you were 20-50

Rap life, trap life, black-white stash pipes

Back streets maskin a watsell for the flash lights

Yo girl what is up DO? She ain’t have to ask twice

Bitch, I’ll fuck her in the mouth like it’s my last life

Cocaine cowboy, long L&D boy

Now what’s wrong when that thing glowing Leroy

Black & yellow, Smith & Wesson, that’s my Bumblebee toy

And they gon reminisce over yo ass, trouble T Roy

Yea yea, when I let that thing blow

The whole club sleeping on the floor like it’s Hangover

Monday it’s Julian’s, Tuesday it’s green house

Wednesday in bout er, I’mma pull out all the screaming let it go

(Hook x2)

What you know about it?

Getting green, whip crème,

What you know about it?

Put them, put them hands up if you know about it

Don’t never see a broke motherfucker round me

(Verse)

Mad machete, bust rhymes, you ain’t ready boy

I’m fuckin something up when it’s coming to that feddy boy

Little lame niggas better get your parachute and jump

Get up off my plane before my niggas parachute you up

Think I’m saying peace when I throw them fucking deuces up

I’m only sick of the niggas that start hanging the nooses up

Break the tree branch just to beat you

There he go!

Chopping body parts and let the pigs eat you

Hoes, through every part of your body we can see through

Continue blowin the cannon, I wouldn’t wanna be you

I let it go like I’m sick of hearin voices

Spend money like a nigga cop the fleet of Rolls Royces

Glad to purchase everything while exploring the choices

Then enjoy eating the food like I’m eating lobsters and oysters

Time and time again I gotta walk and how a fiend walk

I’m done speaking to niggas, I’mma left the homie don’t care

(Hook x2)

What you know about it?

Getting green, whip crème,

What you know about it?

Put them, put them hands up if you know about it

Don’t never see a broke motherfucker round me

(Verse)

Brought 20 thou out and I’mma blow it

The man pulling 15 hundred out just to show it

If shorty ain’t drinkin hard liquor we MO it

To the tally suite acting one she could ho it

She gon swallow all of me, I’mma blow her brains out

My kids need a place to live, her mouth like a safe house

Loud packin kush and that good’s got me spaced out

Standing on the sofas, straight and swaggin all my ways out

And my new true slow Busta long sleeve

Looking like I need to be posing under palm trees

Haha, and I’m quittin to let my volster

Unemployed gangsta nigga, you don’t want no work

We live by the hustler testament

We cup a brick and take it to the floor like we wrestle it

Throw it in the pond with the fish and we strapped to it

We go and hug the corner like we sexing it, fuck boy

18 will on jury getting truck boy

G’d up, don’t be a hater, let him come boy

My clothing black Nina, call a lady lurking

In her mouth you see it going down and she gon give it up like oh

(Hook)

What you know about it?

Getting green, whip crème,

What you know about it?

Put them, put them hands up if you know about it

Don’t never see a broke motherfucker round me

What you know about it?

Getting green, whip crème,

What you know about it?

Put them, put them hands up if you know about it

You ain’t never seen a broke motherfucker round me

Let it go…