Whatcha Know Lyrics

What you know an what you see little bitch you know I'm on

Woah

What you know an what you see little bitch you know I'm on

What you know an what you see little bitch you know I'm on

Put on that mask I'm gone

Put on that shit we fly

Stuffing the money inside of a bag

Keeping the sticks when we go for a ride

Suffered for years so we switching the gears I'm demanding my time ok

Aim for they heads we bout homicide

My nephew my youngin he keep me alive

Watch for these niggas they dirty watch for the streets this shit getting muddy

High fields you know how we coming burners and hundreds that shit ain't for nothing

Standing on top of the strat like I'm kong in this bitch take anybody who rushing

This beat super crazy shout out to nick my boy that niggas a Russian

The money be blue when I'm counting I'm thumbing

These pussies be broke I'm just stunting

Fuck what you said if ain't bout them numbers inflation we talking bout pumping

In the city of sin it get devilish we sticking and thumping

Shake ya brain you dead ringing the bell give 'em concussions

What you know an what you see little bitch you know I'm on

What you know an what you see little bitch you know I'm on

And bitch you know I'm the one

I ain't giving a fuck I'm stepping in that motherfucker with a knife an a gun

If i gotta go crazy cause it's ops in this bitch then fuck it I'm letting it dump

They play with your life they playing them games giving they ass what they want

Ain't shit to lose besides your life can't take none of it to

heaven or hell what's worse Being alive inside of a cell ooo

If i make that choice can't beat that case taking my ass south

Ain't finding shit I'm staying concealed in a mask better watch ya mouth

Love all my brother we take it to war if you fuck with one of us nigga

Hammer time it's hammer time best believe we squeezing on triggers

Ain't worried bout you I'm worried bout us and how to triple our figures

So why you think i won't take it there is there something I'm missing

Somethings gon need attention

Somethings don't need a mention

You like a bitch that just don't listen man that shit too messy

But god gon send some shit my way he always gotta test me

I pass that test i pass that shit they hate me for the flexing

Woah

What you know an what you see little bitch woah

What you know an what you see little bitch you know I'm on

What you know an what you see little bitch you know I'm on