You Know (feat. Sammie III, Barima & Kojo Trip)

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Came with facts
You know, you know, you know
Bout a bag
You know, you know, you know
Them niggas trash
You know, you know, you know
Popping tags
You know, you know, you know
Came with facts
You know, you know, you know
Bout a bag
You know, you know, you know
Them niggas trash
You know, you know, you know
We popping tags
You know, you know, you know
Came with goals
Got my whole team scheming for the guap
You know You know You know
This our year
We just gon hit licks outta rap
You know You know You know
Started the studio from scraps and dirty clothes
Facts
The vision got brighter for me and all my bros
Scheming and plotting really got us sleep depriving
Oh shit
Get it how you want it bro
Me and the gang working grave yard shifts
We ain't hitting the brakes till we hit that lick
Cuz the state of the economy got all my people hungry
Devising schemes and strategies
Just to stash up on the greens
Uh
Streets ain't safe no more
Can't trust a soul, man
Streets ain't safe no more
Got the inner circle tight like a virgin coochie lips
Ain't no loosies in my clique
We just keep it lowkey biiiitch
Came with facts
You know, you know, you know
Bout a bag
You know, you know, you know
Them niggas trash
You know, you know, you know
Popping tags
You know, you know, you know
Came with facts
You know, you know, you know
Bout a bag
You know, you know, you know
Them niggas trash
You know, you know, you know
We popping tags
You know, you know, you know
Came with came with facts
Got a lambo in the back that's cap, couple years I'll be screaming facts
Sneak dissing I ain't into that
Pop in your face let you know where my feelings at
I talk my shit , stand by my shit like Trump.
Grab em by the titty man I'm looking for lumps
All these damn rappers lyrically I hump
Feel like hov in 93 getting it outta the trunk
I'm ahead of you bums
Wooh
Young black fat and cocky
Ain't no one can stop me
I'm on fire a bitch can't put me out if she blew me
Sincerely dawg I ain't feeling y'all, killing y'all
Putting business in morgues give your mama the blues
Like Tookie Williams
Lil nigga what'ido
Youn want these problems in the recording booth
I do the afrobeats too, I'm nice with it
Got no hit record for the record
I hit your boo
Came with facts
You know, you know, you know
Bout a bag
You know, you know, you know
Them niggas trash
You know, you know, you know
Popping tags
You know, you know, you know
Came with facts
You know, you know, you know
Bout a bag
You know, you know, you know
Them niggas trash
You know, you know, you know
We popping tags
You know, you know, you know
Tell me who you know that spit it like this
Tell me what you know bout taking them risks
What you know about the flick of the wrist
Whoever said I was a joke was prolly taking a piss
On any given day I'm taking your bitch
I'm trynna ball these niggas need the assist
I'm like a whooping cough the way I persist
That's to remind em, I'm as sick as it gets
You for dey pet me like I dey with the vet
Fris3 me saso dier you never go get
If you ain't calling bout the dime
Then You can get up off my line
How you try to set me straight
When I ain't trynna tow the line
You're the truth ?
That's a lie
You no be fam
Nigga bye
Swear to God you try to test me all your moves'll get declined
Ohh
Where the beat at
I know how to beat that
Lyrically killin em and everybody see that
F*ck the pigs still I'm known for going ham on tracks
I just hit you with the facts like that
Trip
Came with facts
Bout a bag
Them niggas trash
Popping tags
Came with facts
Bout a bag
Them niggas trash
We popping tags
CE ya bish

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