"Know Me, Pt. 2" lyrics
I just matched my Spyder, homie
You don't know me
I just matched my Spyder with my Rollie (With my Rollie)
I hopped in the Porsche, straight in that stoley (Straight in that stoley)
Homie, can you please fall back if you don't know me (If you don't know me)
Riding with that 40, smoking on your OG
All I know is violence
All I hear is sirens
All they know is running
All we know is firing
He gon' say he shooting
She gon' say she riding (But she ain't riding)
I can tell you one thing, I know that they lying (know that they lying)
I went from a jail cell, now I'm on an island (I'm on an island)
I went from collect calls, now I stay declining
Bitch bad, once I hit that I'm flying
It's a different world but I ain't sitting back, so don't try me (don't try)
Why you talking? Can you just do it like Nike (Nikes)
They know 'bout my gang, we shoot movies like Spike Lee
Light skin, long curly hair, she feisty (she feisty)
Stick her on the 'Gram, he take the bait, he bitting
Got ya, when it all go down don't know who shot ya (don't know who shot ya)
Free my hitters out the can, free my fucking Rasta (free my fucking guys)
I ain't B.I.G but baby call me Big Poppa
He was talking, I chased his ass down big chopper
All I know is violence
All I hear is sirens
All they know is running
All we know is firing
He gon' say he shooting
She gon' say she riding
I can tell you one thing, I know that they lying
I just matched my Spyder with my Rollie (With my Rollie)
I hopped in the Porsche, straight in that stoley
Homie, can you please fall back if you don't know me
Riding with that 40, smoking on your OG
Better have a vest to slap them shots like you a goalie
Lil' nigga better stay in your lane, and I bet your name ain't Tory
Flick the switch I bet it beat like OVO 40
Baka it get not nice, I'm not sorry
I ain't want to do it to 'em, they just had to force me
When you sliding, better not keep that car, you better torch it
When you got beef and you don't got no money, you better not forfeit
Get some money, get you some guns, you better go start that war again
I got too much money, I ain't never gonna go back poor again
Bitch better watch your mouth, I might just send your man to the store again
Big Glock in my house in case they wanna shoot up my door again
What happened to your homie I leave another one on the floor again
I just matched my Spyder with my Rollie (With my Rollie)
I hopped in the Porsche, straight in that stoley
Homie, can you please fall back if you don't know me
Riding with that 40, smoking on your OG
You don't know me
I just matched my Spyder with my Rollie (With my Rollie)
I hopped in the Porsche, straight in that stoley (Straight in that stoley)
Homie, can you please fall back if you don't know me (If you don't know me)
Riding with that 40, smoking on your OG
All I know is violence
All I hear is sirens
All they know is running
All we know is firing
He gon' say he shooting
She gon' say she riding (But she ain't riding)
I can tell you one thing, I know that they lying (know that they lying)
I went from a jail cell, now I'm on an island (I'm on an island)
I went from collect calls, now I stay declining
Bitch bad, once I hit that I'm flying
It's a different world but I ain't sitting back, so don't try me (don't try)
Why you talking? Can you just do it like Nike (Nikes)
They know 'bout my gang, we shoot movies like Spike Lee
Light skin, long curly hair, she feisty (she feisty)
Stick her on the 'Gram, he take the bait, he bitting
Got ya, when it all go down don't know who shot ya (don't know who shot ya)
Free my hitters out the can, free my fucking Rasta (free my fucking guys)
I ain't B.I.G but baby call me Big Poppa
He was talking, I chased his ass down big chopper
All I know is violence
All I hear is sirens
All they know is running
All we know is firing
He gon' say he shooting
She gon' say she riding
I can tell you one thing, I know that they lying
I just matched my Spyder with my Rollie (With my Rollie)
I hopped in the Porsche, straight in that stoley
Homie, can you please fall back if you don't know me
Riding with that 40, smoking on your OG
Better have a vest to slap them shots like you a goalie
Lil' nigga better stay in your lane, and I bet your name ain't Tory
Flick the switch I bet it beat like OVO 40
Baka it get not nice, I'm not sorry
I ain't want to do it to 'em, they just had to force me
When you sliding, better not keep that car, you better torch it
When you got beef and you don't got no money, you better not forfeit
Get some money, get you some guns, you better go start that war again
I got too much money, I ain't never gonna go back poor again
Bitch better watch your mouth, I might just send your man to the store again
Big Glock in my house in case they wanna shoot up my door again
What happened to your homie I leave another one on the floor again
I just matched my Spyder with my Rollie (With my Rollie)
I hopped in the Porsche, straight in that stoley
Homie, can you please fall back if you don't know me
Riding with that 40, smoking on your OG
