You Know ft. Westface & Chase Bandzz Lyrics

Nigga, sweeezee , you already know what's goin' on, nigga

Big shit, I'm just gettin' high, nigga

All on, ayy

I ain't in a war, but i know, they tryna send me home

Know that bitch burn, better leave her alone

Oh, you got some what? Brother past the Espolon

I am not finna sip your bottle, I feel somethin' wrong

How the fuck you King Kong? Yeah, you not strong

Lil' nigga bounce back, I did it on my own

When I wake up, nigga, I'ma hit the bone

Doin' dunnas in a Stryker, got him trippin' off the song

When my nigga step in the club, you better not move wrong

He threw the first punch, then I had to get him gone

Steppin' on these niggas next, they ain't fuckin' with me though

I'ma get the bag to my mouth before I bless a ho

With the chopstick out and hit him through the door

Flea flick the nigga, bullets gone to his dome

My daddy told me stay strong, I gotta live long

Smith and Weston with a chop when I'm ridin', uh

Okay, okay, hold on, nigga, uh

Rip the mask off his face, tryna save the day

I'm tryna think how I'm finna get paid today

I'm not finna lay down, no, I can't stay

PTSD, I gotta keep the tool tucked

I threw a stack down, but this nigga threw a buck

I like the green hundred bill, no, that is luck

If I die right now, would you give a fuck

Is you gon' shoot the pole or you gon' shiver up

West face in the back, no, he in the cut

T-sweeze on the mic, I don't give a fuck

Remember, I was smokin' bam, now I smoke runs

Straight gas in the wood, I ain't goin' back to shake

Still been a blocker, stole his, don't give a fuck about the jakes

Waste my time with a bitch, fuck that, I'm to the cake

Last sack to the bay, next stop is L.A

Young nigga gettin' money, that's probably why she wanna fuck me

If she not in her bag, the hell not, she can't touch me

My name Chase Banzer, it's comin' since that I touched cheese

MBM bag boy forever, gotta keep it peeled

Cut from a different cloth, ain't nobody like me

Yeah, I'm a different breed

When I get that bag on my mama, I'ma feed the team

Flyin' that foreign, smokin' Zyde with a cup of lean

Focus on my grind, I ain't worried about who fuck with me

I got it out the mud when I was stuck in them streets

Took my losses to the chin, they turned me to a beast

You know I'm solid to the end, I'ma always keep it G

Linked up with T-sweeze and we smokin' out a P

How the fuck you tryna match, you don't got your own weed

Sweet slider and a striker, I'm in a track called G

You know I smoke woods back-to-back, it help me keep peace

She gon' throw her ass for me, I don't gotta pay a fee

I can do this to the neck, I don't gotta come deep

I fuck with real niggas, if you fake, stay away from me

I was born a real nigga, I'ma forever be a G