You Gotta Know Lyrics

Thank you bro, that is so sweet

You gotta know, I'ma run it up until my legs fall off

These niggas hate on you but then a run off with your sauce

And cause he acting tough on the gram I get his head bought

I ain't playing basketball, I'm playing ball with my opps

Tension on your chest and we gon' load the truck with chops

Tryna get on feet, run a nigga down and knock him out his socks

Spinning back to back, can't play with niggas, this ain't GameStop

Spinning bout bro, know me and cuz got the same opps

Box em' in he can't run, it's a car on every block

Beam on his face, buddy thought he had the chicken pox

Bitch, I'll slap a pussy nigga like he Chris Rock

Striker get to flushing know I'm coming when I get the drop

We got plenty bullets, we ain't never seen a fucking drought

Better watch yo mouth i switch cheese and bust niggas down

Ain't no stopping at no light I see that car I'm gon' flip it

Glock tucked in my draws, 33 like Scottie Pippen

You know this shit be off the dome, I ain't got no bars written

That shit crazy, how the fuck you main opp out here sleeping

Huh? Nigga what

Allat dissing but we known for hopping out them tricks

Jay walk you down, ARP chop in his nuts

Doing all that dissin, I can't wait to catch you at the bus

Can't forget my smack, it don't matter if I'm in a rush

Turn the whip around, window down ,and let that bitch bust

Talking shit about us, to the hoes, you wanna be us

I know you ran out and you can't even get a re-up

Blackmask when we out, john cena, you can't see us

Oh my God