YKWII ft. Brock Strother Lyrics

Okay now you know who it is

Pocket full of fire no fibs

I've been thinking bout the shit I don't give

Wait, you know who it is

Call it how I see it, how it is

So, maybe it's the fact I never did

You know

You know who it is

Pocket full of fire no fibs

I've been thinking bout the shit I don't give

Wait, what else did I miss

Call it how I see, how it is

So maybe it's the fact I never did

Hoe, you know who it is

Okay now I don't do no drugs

But baby this is crack rock (crack rock?)

Blue paper round the feet, black hat, and White Sox's

I take flight and let the kite walk

I draw lines all around the beat, white chalk

I know I hit it every time inside the right spot

But I'm married to the money so I gotta let the wife talk

(Bi***)

Switch to a little some different I think I like more

Get a little stern like Howard and grab the white board

And get to drawling, and if you could get both of my balls in, that would be great

You know who it is

Pocket full of fire no fibs

I've been thinking bout the shit I don't give

Wait, you know who it is

Call it how I see it, how it is

So, maybe it's the fact I never did

You know

You know who it is

Pocket full of fire no fibs

I've been thinking bout the shit I don't give

Wait, what else did I miss

Call it how I see, how it is

So maybe it's the fact I never did

Hoe, you know who it is

Yeah it's me, I know, I ball, two those

You see, two more, they hang, disco

Schitt's creek, yall's flows, TP, those hoes

Wait D, us though, I call, two pros

SOO

Never been no trick, uh

New car need a brand new whip

And yeah my chromes sick, look how they got the spins

It's like they been uh, sipping on that Juice and Gin

And then stumblin in about ten, like Lindsay

Lohan with both hands but coke then

Well let my rhymes, soak in

Fire they have been (Ben)

Johnson with the pen

Beat struggling like Ben Simms in Brooklyn

This just in, my pen just a cussin and fussin, I'm stunting, it's nothing

There's no end like these clocks that I've broken

Hulk Hogan, and that's my number 1 slogan

To stay flowing in and out like the Trojan's, I've spoken, unopened and like

Still inside of my wallet, sitting there right in the pocket

You know who it is, it's Brock S***

You know

You know

You know

You know

You know

You know who it is

You know who is is

Pocket full of fire no fibs

I've been thinking bout the shit I don't give

Wait, you know who it is

Call it how I see it, how it is

So, maybe it's the fact I never did

You know who it is