KNO BOUT Lyrics

Pack touch down and trap don't close til everything I got sold out

I ain't tryna kick it naw I ain't doing nothing so don't call me when y'all go out

Most I'ma do is chill with my bitch and I'ma still catch plays at my hoe house

Bad lil bitch she thick you can see it from the front when she walk it poke out

Run up my check now the hoes keep shooting they shot like I brought the goal out

Last nigga played with my paper

Got the shaking like a stripper when I pulled that pole out

Ima stay down and stack my bread naw I aint never going back broke now

Ima get paid and stay out the way that's something these niggaz don't know bout

You may not see me for months

Unless you tryna purchase some runtz

I might have a bankroll for my lunch

Boy I'm having more bags then the dump

And my plug keep on throwing me bows

I been sitting in the trap getting crunk

Play with me Ima wipe your nose

Treat a nigga like my lil son

Phone ringing and the door swinging got my bitch spot hot as hell

Old lady next door keep on tripping saying she gon call 12

Ion really bother nobody I aint doin nothing but making my sales

I keep on checking the tracking to see when my package gon come in the mail

Pack touch down and trap don't close til everything I got sold out

I ain't tryna kick it naw I ain't doing nothing so don't call me when y'all go out

Most I'ma do is chill with my bitch and I'ma still catch plays at my hoe house

Bad lil bitch she thick you can see it from the front when she walk it poke out

Run up my check now the hoes keep shooting they shot like I brought the goal out

Last nigga played with my paper

Got the shaking like a stripper when I pulled that pole out

Ima stay down and stack my bread naw I aint never going back broke now

Ima get paid and stay out the way that's something these niggaz don't know bout

Charged him 8400 for two bags know a nigga had to Randy Moss him

Get that load in when I buss it open it

Stank up the partments got every one nauseous

My bitch neighbors can't wait til she move out

But we gon keep this spot and get a new house

Play with me boy its gon be a shootout

Ima send yo ass straight to the gulag

Sheesh when I do leave the house Ima put that shit on

They can get the same fit but I bet it don't hit

Cuz my drip is some shit you can't clone

Bitches shooting they shot and girl don't get mad

Cuz she know that her nigga a goal

All this ice on my neck yea its froze

They like that nigga there cold

Pack touch down and trap don't close til everything I got sold out

I ain't tryna kick it naw I ain't doing nothing so don't call me when y'all go out

Most I'ma do is chill with my bitch and I'ma still catch plays at my hoe house

Bad lil bitch she thick you can see it from the front when she walk it poke out

Run up my check now the hoes keep shooting they shot like I brought the goal out

Last nigga played with my paper

Got the shaking like a stripper when I pulled that pole out

Ima stay down and stack my bread naw I aint never going back broke now

Ima get paid and stay out the way that's something these niggaz don't know bout