"#KNOWHATIMTALKINBOUT" lyrics

[Bubba Sparxxx:]
DJ, DJ, Cliffy D, Bubba K
Mud fly, yeah (Mud fly)
Muddy fly

Ain't nothin' but a lil' bit of knowhatimtalkinbout
Put in work, turn up again when they all in doubt
What you call a drought, I just call a heat flash
Quality aqua. drink fast, beat ass
Yeah yeah, yeah, whoop his ass sea bass
Two dimes, a hard twenty, that's what he last
'How he keep gettin' better?' that's what she asked
Certifieded legend, nether can you be fast
He first, them might be last, stop who?
Fall down, bitch get up, got to
They lit, why you ain't lit? Not true
I'm the shit baby I don't know about you
You was brand new when I found you
But you just had to keep bringin' that average shit around you
And now I recognize about what you amount to
But who am I to judge, come on with it, round two

From the ceilin' to the floor
To the bedrock, a little bit more
Are you ready? Let's go
'Til you ex knockin' at my door
Come on with it, say
Ain't nothin' like a lil' bit of knowhatimtalkinbout
From the ceilin'
Ain't nothin' like a lil' bit of knowhatimtalkinbout
From the ceilin'
Ain't nothin' like a lil' bit of knowhatimtalkinbout
From the ceilin' to the floor, let's go, go

[Charlie P:]
Yo, twerk, I'ma make you go to work
See you pokin' out the skirt
Now you nothin' but a flirt
I ain't never been a jerk
Only bull you can serve
Big splat, make it squirt
Get mad when it hurt
On a honey and [?]
Ten shots now we lit
Big guap, I'm the shhh
Tiktok on the wrist
Ziplock full of shhh
Black Fly got 'em high
Mud flap got 'em pissed
Bubba Sparxxx got 'em drunk
Big Char got 'em hit
Tell Pops who your Daddy is (Charlie)
I don't care how mad he is (Charlie)
Tell your momma yeah she lookin' good too
Do like Ms. Parker and yeah she cook a good soup
Tell your ex that I keep it wood too
Just in case your lil dude pull through
I got a roll, I just got some good loo
What that there now, what you gettin' in to?

[Bubba Sparxxx:]
From the ceilin' to the floor
To the bedrock, a little bit more
Are you ready? Let's go
'Til you ex knockin' at my door
Come on with it, say
Ain't nothin' like a lil' bit of knowhatimtalkinbout
From the ceilin'
Ain't nothin' like a lil' bit of knowhatimtalkinbout
From the ceilin'
Ain't nothin' like a lil' bit of knowhatimtalkinbout
From the ceilin' to the floor, let's go, go

[Phenix Red:]
Knock knock, oh bro is that you again?
Beatin' down the door, though you was a gentleman
I guess you want a taste of this cinnamon
Ginger Baby, got 'em hooked on my medicine
Worst thing I did was let 'em in
I never shoulda gave him my number
All I hear is thunder
Every day I wonder
Is it gonna rain soon?
Fuck your weatherman
Don't you wish you had an OnlyFans
You'd be drippin' bands
Like a big booty, candyland
Askin' me questions
Pretty is your face
Do the carpet match the drapes?
Does it really taste like cake?
Fully thick
Grim and gritty
And sweet like Creme Brulé
Freckles on my face like I'm bathin' in sprinkles
And baby if you're scared, I can dye my hair
I ain't nothin' but a lil knowhatimtalkinbout

[Bubba Sparxxx:]
From the ceilin' to the floor
To the bedrock, a little bit more
Are you ready? Let's go
'Til you ex knockin' at my door
Come on with it, say
Ain't nothin' like a lil' bit of knowhatimtalkinbout
From the ceilin'
Ain't nothin' like a lil' bit of knowhatimtalkinbout
From the ceilin'
Ain't nothin' like a lil' bit of knowhatimtalkinbout
From the ceilin' to the floor, let's go, go