"Know Freestyle" lyrics
Real trap shit
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Uh-uh
Sippin' on drank got me wobblin', yeah
Catch a big brain, she got a bobblehead
Middle of the hood, takin' fuckin' meds
I wake up with these straps in my fuckin' bed
Run a nigga down for his shit, he gotta run away
Pussy niggas fishy fuckin' greedy, he a fuckin' fake
Make it rain in that fuckin' bitch, gotta break the bank
Shoot a nigga if he tryna take, what the fuck he think?
Turn a nigga brain to lasagna, bust his fuckin' brain
Pussy nigga lookin' for lil' LAZER with the fuckin' gang
Or probably fuckin' on your bitch (Your bitch)
Or probably countin' this shit (Shit)
And I still trap that bitch out on a rainy day
This the drank in my fuckin' stomach, I ain't gainin' weight
Parched-ass blunt, what the fuck? Throw the blunt away
What the fuck you think I'm finna pay for a pint of drank?
Catch you with Autumn, we slime out your whole gang
I don't supposed to be drivin', I'm still on the freeway
Pull up surprisin' just like it's your B-day
Need to free lil' bruh, then we pop shit on three-way
Niggas sendin' smoke up and they duckin' and shit
They done let the gang in, we got sticks in that bitch
All on drugs, I'm on all this shit (All of these drugs)
Niggas be hoes, these niggas ain't on shit (Niggas be hoes)
Too many hoes, these bitches get flipped
Pull up and fuck on your bitch, then I dip, yeah
We pull up and air the block out, yeah
We pull up and air your shit out
Dripped the fuck out, can't pronounce what I wear
Two different za, blow this shit in the air
Yeah, two different hoes, that's a pair
Yeah, I'm poppin' out, got awareness
Ballin', fire hot like a furnace, yeah
Keep the bitch goin', it be runnin', yeah
50-round in my backpack, yeah
Niggas can't come to my block, no
Any little ho gotta fuck, lil' bro
On the stage, hand me that mic, my trophy
Nigga pull up, tryna spike my motion
Finesse God, I been workin' my other one
Breakin' in, I been with my lil' brother
Perc' 10, they gon' ask you want one
Geek fiends on my block, they just get high
Nigga might try to rob my plug, I gotta walk 'em out
Whole gang on these motherfuckin' drugs
Dripped the fuck like I just walked through a puddle
Shoot through that crowd, better get out that huddle
Bitches gon' fuck 'cause my neck full of water
Air your shit out, we pull up with these cutters, yeah, yeah
I'm smokin' on motherfuckin' za, yeah
I'm smokin' that motherfuckin' za
Man, this stuff lit, I can't give up that drop
Five percent tint, fuck that ho at a park
Straight to the trench, I get back to that block
Beat down her block, my speakers gon' knock
Fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Uh-uh
Sippin' on drank got me wobblin', yeah
Catch a big brain, she got a bobblehead
Middle of the hood, takin' fuckin' meds
I wake up with these straps in my fuckin' bed
Run a nigga down for his shit, he gotta run away
Pussy niggas fishy fuckin' greedy, he a fuckin' fake
Make it rain in that fuckin' bitch, gotta break the bank
Shoot a nigga if he tryna take, what the fuck he think?
Turn a nigga brain to lasagna, bust his fuckin' brain
Pussy nigga lookin' for lil' LAZER with the fuckin' gang
Or probably fuckin' on your bitch (Your bitch)
Or probably countin' this shit (Shit)
And I still trap that bitch out on a rainy day
This the drank in my fuckin' stomach, I ain't gainin' weight
Parched-ass blunt, what the fuck? Throw the blunt away
What the fuck you think I'm finna pay for a pint of drank?
Catch you with Autumn, we slime out your whole gang
I don't supposed to be drivin', I'm still on the freeway
Pull up surprisin' just like it's your B-day
Need to free lil' bruh, then we pop shit on three-way
Niggas sendin' smoke up and they duckin' and shit
They done let the gang in, we got sticks in that bitch
All on drugs, I'm on all this shit (All of these drugs)
Niggas be hoes, these niggas ain't on shit (Niggas be hoes)
Too many hoes, these bitches get flipped
Pull up and fuck on your bitch, then I dip, yeah
We pull up and air the block out, yeah
We pull up and air your shit out
Dripped the fuck out, can't pronounce what I wear
Two different za, blow this shit in the air
Yeah, two different hoes, that's a pair
Yeah, I'm poppin' out, got awareness
Ballin', fire hot like a furnace, yeah
Keep the bitch goin', it be runnin', yeah
50-round in my backpack, yeah
Niggas can't come to my block, no
Any little ho gotta fuck, lil' bro
On the stage, hand me that mic, my trophy
Nigga pull up, tryna spike my motion
Finesse God, I been workin' my other one
Breakin' in, I been with my lil' brother
Perc' 10, they gon' ask you want one
Geek fiends on my block, they just get high
Nigga might try to rob my plug, I gotta walk 'em out
Whole gang on these motherfuckin' drugs
Dripped the fuck like I just walked through a puddle
Shoot through that crowd, better get out that huddle
Bitches gon' fuck 'cause my neck full of water
Air your shit out, we pull up with these cutters, yeah, yeah
I'm smokin' on motherfuckin' za, yeah
I'm smokin' that motherfuckin' za
Man, this stuff lit, I can't give up that drop
Five percent tint, fuck that ho at a park
Straight to the trench, I get back to that block
Beat down her block, my speakers gon' knock
Fuck, fuck
