"Whatcha Know" lyrics
Aystar, T.Y. & YOUNGEST SAV Lyrics
What d'you niggas know about getting money?
Exactly, you don't know shit
You've never been outside when it's sunny
Posted, big forty-five on your hip
What d'you know about them OT trips?
Flying up the road, ass crack full of bits
What d'you know about flying round the ends?
Xbox up your ass, nearly crash and you still don't get nicked
We're on shit
I'm the one for copping sticks, bare waps for the guys
When we slide on these pricks, half a mortgage on my wrist
My nigga, I'm fucking lit
Why you talking on my name like I never let it rip?
Broad day or pitch black, I'll still light up your strip
It just depends on what time I get the drop from this bitch
You can go and ask Stizzy, he'll tell you that I'm tapped
I be rolling with the scorps, tryna turn a nigga pack
You know I'm pulling up in whips that are mapped
If you come alongside and try and race, you'll get gapped
Ask Sav what the whip does, how they gon' grip us?
It's straight to one-sixty, two-ers on the clock
And bro it does the whole clock but one-eighty gets risky
Middle of the day, just nearly crashed into a gypsy
Dropped it but span like a frisbee
Got niggas looking at me like I'm tipsy
Caravan barely missed me
Just sold some poly, only poly I be smoking
Big Cali spliff, every pull I be choking
If it's beef, get the blick, you know I'll smoke him
Flick on the hip when I'm out, you don't wanna see me poke him
This lifestyle wicked, gang straight wicked
Four-four long, kickback hits different
If it's on, get up close on the one
Come through, shh slap suttin then I'm gone
If I slap suttin, I might hit your button
Let the wap cook these niggas like a pan of curry mutton
If it's beef, I ain't ducking it, I'm out getting active
You'll see the whip's stuck in graft mode, I get stuck in
I need a gaff, four bedrooms to crop in
I need a whip stash that'll fit a Glock in
When I catch my opp, it's head shots, yeah that's top bin
I'm with TY, smell the weed when he hops in
What d'you niggas know about getting money?
Exactly, you don't know shit
You've never been outside when it's sunny
Posted, big forty-five on your hip
What d'you know about them OT trips?
Flying up the road, ass crack full of bits
What d'you know about flying round the ends?
Xbox up your ass, nearly crash and you still don't get nicked
We're on shit
Exactly, you don't know shit
You've never been outside when it's sunny
Posted, big forty-five on your hip
What d'you know about them OT trips?
Flying up the road, ass crack full of bits
What d'you know about flying round the ends?
Xbox up your ass, nearly crash and you still don't get nicked
We're on shit
I'm the one for copping sticks, bare waps for the guys
When we slide on these pricks, half a mortgage on my wrist
My nigga, I'm fucking lit
Why you talking on my name like I never let it rip?
Broad day or pitch black, I'll still light up your strip
It just depends on what time I get the drop from this bitch
You can go and ask Stizzy, he'll tell you that I'm tapped
I be rolling with the scorps, tryna turn a nigga pack
You know I'm pulling up in whips that are mapped
If you come alongside and try and race, you'll get gapped
Ask Sav what the whip does, how they gon' grip us?
It's straight to one-sixty, two-ers on the clock
And bro it does the whole clock but one-eighty gets risky
Middle of the day, just nearly crashed into a gypsy
Dropped it but span like a frisbee
Got niggas looking at me like I'm tipsy
Caravan barely missed me
Just sold some poly, only poly I be smoking
Big Cali spliff, every pull I be choking
If it's beef, get the blick, you know I'll smoke him
Flick on the hip when I'm out, you don't wanna see me poke him
This lifestyle wicked, gang straight wicked
Four-four long, kickback hits different
If it's on, get up close on the one
Come through, shh slap suttin then I'm gone
If I slap suttin, I might hit your button
Let the wap cook these niggas like a pan of curry mutton
If it's beef, I ain't ducking it, I'm out getting active
You'll see the whip's stuck in graft mode, I get stuck in
I need a gaff, four bedrooms to crop in
I need a whip stash that'll fit a Glock in
When I catch my opp, it's head shots, yeah that's top bin
I'm with TY, smell the weed when he hops in
What d'you niggas know about getting money?
Exactly, you don't know shit
You've never been outside when it's sunny
Posted, big forty-five on your hip
What d'you know about them OT trips?
Flying up the road, ass crack full of bits
What d'you know about flying round the ends?
Xbox up your ass, nearly crash and you still don't get nicked
We're on shit
