Ya Know (feat. Luh Kiddo)
Rizzy Rackz
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Uhh Diamond encrusted with real diamonds Rizzy hood rich like Im big timing If you aint goin run with me get behind me The streets is the streets ya know (Ya Know) Keep it on heat ya know (Ya Know) Quick on ya feet ya know (Ya Hurr) Signed to the trap Imma always be Indie I just cant help it the shit just be in me Walk out da bank bitch grinning (Oooouuu) Left with the back wheel spinning (Oooouuu)(Skrrrrr) My young lil nigga just cooked up a finty My other partna just hopped in a hemi I want free money like that unemployment 93 Gas like it go in a foreign (Yea) F*ck all these middle men show me the farmer Gimmie the drank imma pour in a fanta That what I said Imma mix in a fanta Slangin big bags like Im working with Santa Tote a big gun Imma send em to Bama Way from VA like he shot out a cannon I see this shit getting ugly (It ugly) I got my pistol in public (In public) Shoot from the three get the buckets (Swshh) Hit from the back do the dougie (Duckets) If I show you love then you lucky (Yuh) Dont treat my love like its nothing (Yuh) Kicking that shi punting (Yea) Make dat bih jump bunnies (Yea) It coming in every week (The week) Watch how you come down that street (The street) She came with me for the freak (Yuh) Bang out her back like a beat (Yuh) Trap out the spot we gone get dat bih hot Just for a second and we gone be out Come through this bih we gone hit at ya dome I know my people need me make it home It coming in every week (Week) Watch how you come down that street (Street) Who dat comin down the street Watch how you move on the block my young nigga steady clutching on the heat She can be who she wanna be on the gram But on the block she a freak Then I knock off her top then back to the block I gotta go and get some cheese (Ya know) Lil dada just call me tell me what ya need dawg Is you trynna get the weed off If I aint feelin the bitch Imma get up and leave dawg I jus feel like sometime she dont want me to breathe dawg F*ck outta here Erthing that I do bout a dollar bill (Jack) Im well connected let me hit Rizzy Rackz If I run off on you you aint gone get it back And its straight off the dome dont need no paper jack You can't get in the club you need some paper jack Put that iron in yo face I see ya later jack Tell Luh Greezy to call me see I made it back Hit the bitch from the back her face won't all that Aint my fault yo bitch fucking nigga fall back If you beat up the bitch and she still fucking me what you call that (Huh) It coming in every week (The week) Watch how you come down that street (The street) She came with me for the freak (Yuh) Bang out her back like a beat (Yuh) Trap out the spot we gone get dat bih hot Just for a second and we gone be out Come through this bih we gone hit at ya dome I know my people need me make it home It coming in every week (Week) Watch how you come down that street (Street)
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Written by: Cedric Jones, LaNard Potts, Yung Glizzy
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