WHATCHU KNO 2 ft. Luh Glo & RXdaee Lyrics

Bullet hole in the car door, patch it up, then we right back in it

Would've thought I was Mo P make em cover they ears when they heard that 10 milli

Lately I been chillin

Make me mad I get right back to spinnin

Ain't never bust his fye but rappin' good these niggas bullshittin

See through clip on a chop

You ever seen an ARP with 200 rounds in it

Bail out the car blowin'

Feel like Screwly G nigga where the fuck you goin'

Police try to box me in, hell nah, Glock got a blrddd on it

Micro ARP size of a Mac, we took the stock off it

7 in the morning, pourin' up wock like it was hot coffee

Talking bout buckin who? Pussy boy, I'm not goin

Tryna work with a dumb iron

I'm the driver and the one blowin

I understood narc off Baby Kobe, so I don't feel nun

3D print on the back of the Glock

But it shoot just like that metal button

Niggas was jus gettin bitched inside the school

How you hard all of a sudden

Can't no nigga say a thing to me, my mama know I'm thuggin

Like Glo said, I'll rather go binary, I call it baby button

Bro got 60 pack, 300 black

Anything hit the street, we flushing

Every time we get turnt on the V it's like 300 shots

And if this shit was to go down right now

I bet I'd blow my Glock

Shots from the chop send his ass away like he had chicken pox

And free my nigga kreep

I know he wanted to blow that 50 Glock

Slyme

What you know about bein' right by the school, blickin' opps

When I blow this bitch I ain't aiming low, I'm tryna hit a top

This lil' hoe eat up dick so damn good damn near took off my socks

Know that shit gon' have these niggas hot

We linked up with them Fox

It's like 3AM I'm outside lurkin' tryn put some in box

Niggas always say what they gon' do, whole time I know they not

We still clutchin' on them dirty poles, even though we know they hot

Niggas burnt up the one in the hood, so we got a different spot

Sick as hell, vice ran up in the spot, took Drake, AP, and Glock

Them pussies pulled me over and took my Glock, I shoulda never stopped

Ain't bloodhound lil jeff

You'da thought I was bap told you all the shit I did

Drake got so much kick, blowin' this bitch

Damn near jumped out my hand

Err nigga round me BSG MG, or bang the fin

Ghost Glock 26 look at my gun, it don't een got no gen

Damn, that shit fucked up, my mama right

I don't een got no friends

My gunplug tryna sell me threaded barrels, but we need fully pins

19X with a binary on that bitch, think I got fully pin

Bro pulled up with a strike, ain't got no plates, but I'm still jumpin' in

300 black hit the side a nigga whip make lil' bruh kiss the curb

Niggas be dissin' good, I'll get you whacked for the price of a fuckin' bird

We on a lick, if lil bruh move then his ass over with

Start smackin' from out the window

His ass start yellin, oh yea I just know he hit

Niggas be playin' crazy I'm clutchin' bad,

Lil' bro let me show you some shit

I ain't in the right mind space, if you look wrong, on god I'm blowin' his bitch

Micro drac the size of a newborn, that ho gon' tear him down

Don't give no fuck about no gun law bitch, I had my pipe while I was outta town

Beat the road in the four door this a stolo

Don't nobody know though

Bullet hole in the car door, patch it up, then we right back in it

Would've thought I was Mo P make em cover they ears when they heard that 10 milli

Lately I been chillin

Make me mad I get right back to spinnin

Ain't never bust his fye but rappin' good these niggas bullshittin

See through clip on a chop

You ever seen an ARP with 200 rounds in it

Bail out the car blowin'

Feel like Screwly G nigga where the fuck you goin'

Police try to box me in, hell nah, Glock got a blrddd on it Micro ARP size of a Mac, we took the stock off it

7 in the morning, pourin' up wock like it was hot coffee