WHATCHU KNO ft. Luh Glo Lyrics

Long live Paul and Dex

2ooslyme, Vlrrddd

Had to put button on 19, it ain't shoot right on 10 milly

They tried to trail lil glizzy, same night came through hittin

What you know about workin' wheel and dumpin' 9, go ask lil' Timmy

Binary on the glock, that bitch shoot way better than switchy

Over soon as we get on the side of that whippy

We be smokin' dead niggas, the opps be smokin' whip it

We be smokin' dead niggas, the opps be smokin' whip it

Had to learn to work my wrist inside that kitchen

If I'm in a strike, nine times out of ten, you know that's tinted

That boy a rook, I had to tell him leave his phone while we was spinnin

Free my niggas up the road, they fightin' cases charges pendin

What you know about comin' out that backstreet clappin', go and ask lil' 2wen

Few years back them hoes wan' goin', now they fuckin' cause I got money

Them boys be soft as hell in real life, real deal sweeter than some honey

Gotta pack in, that hoe missin' grams, call back like I ain't want it (Ion want that shi)

They dissin' good on Insta, stand on it

Dis a hot car, better not lean or put yo hands on it

Lu-Lu-Luh bru gon come back with a nigga head if it's ten bands on it

Shootout on the mill, had to beat feet, my blick done jammed on me (Damn)

Overkill him where he stand, he lay a hand on me (Damn)

Eyeball the weed, can't use the scale because it's dog on it

Cover your nose, it got a strong odor

Drake got too much kick, think i blew out my shoulder

Belt 2 ass bout Kobe

Hustlin' in my blood, I got it from my daddy

Box on the back of that G-19, turn that hoe automatic

Lil' bro came up on that keypad, he tryn hit the lots and snatch shi

You know I'm big 5 and I be ballin' like I play for the magic

Paolo

Gettin' bread, all I know

Long live Paul, thi shit'll never be the same

I feel like Rylo

Hit for a pack and ripped it out the plastic like that bitch was Lotto

When we hit your block, and get ta blastin, better duck yo taco

Smokin' Dead Ops and gelato

Get up Craig, nugget tap his shit in the head

I ain't goin' for no box in, why you think this car backed in

How the-how the fuck you diss, ain't got back for your mans

Backside of them Partments, send some shots, they all ran

Blick tucked in my puffer coat

Play called, said they want some more

Tryna come up off these rocks, ain't nothin' wrong with sellin' dope

Bad lil' hoe inside the B&B, said she wan drive the boat

I just rolled that boy up in this wood, he damn near made me choke (He fightin back)