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Like You Know Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Yeah
Stop actin' like you know
Quit Cappin'
Always askin' why my team pack poles
For the cream, crack fiends at the door
Bitch, I'm sick enough to kill the vaccine
You should know
Mike Myers when I'm stabbin' at the stove
Feel like Master P baggin' up that dope
I could really take these raps on the road
Someone put this fuckin' rat on the rope
Tie him to a cinderblock so you know he won't float
I got killers draped up like the Pope
Yeah, you'd think they was some potheads
The way they love smoke and they always want more
Taliban homies and they trained to go
And I'm puttin' rappers on like I'm hangin' up clothes
Yeah, you the type of boy to get raped by the hoes
Yeah, rappers really sit there and debate my flows
If you play your cards right, then you may not fold
Ain't no slidin' by, Woadie
No Celly's in the telly, there's rules
We abide by Roady
Tell him, bye-bye, homie
Another opp down, yeah, fly high, Brodie
Word from the wise, put a sight on it
That's yo block? I'ma make sure you die on it
And I'ma buy every property, so I own it
I can have you taped up, shipped to Wyoming
You can go from a at to a hashtag
For a fat bag
All the comments on my posts, we gon' see who has the last laugh
Man, they drop money, sign like a cash app
So it's R.I.P. Suede, got me mad sad
I'ma carry this game till I got a bad back
I'ma bury the lames till they have flashbacks
Bitch, I carry the flames, I feel like Mad Max
Your favorite rapper, he get toe-tagged
Rolled back, price chopped
Givin' out drums, let him hold that
Faker than some mo' cap
Internet bangin', man, yo' ass get fosho lagged
Bitch, I'm Conan' off of four-packs
Brighter than a OLED, fill em up with mo' led
Get lower than the ocean
All that boastin' is deep-dive hoeshit
Yeah, catch me in the whip on the east side coastin'
Stop actin' like you know
Quit Cappin'
Always askin' why my team pack poles
For the cream, crack fiends at the door
Bitch, I'm sick enough to kill the vaccine
You should know
Mike Myers when I'm stabbin' at the stove
Feel like Master P baggin' up that dope
I could really take these raps on the road
Someone put this fuckin' rat on the rope
Tie him to a cinderblock so you know he won't float
I got killers draped up like the Pope
Yeah, you'd think they was some potheads
The way they love smoke and they always want more
Taliban homies and they trained to go
And I'm puttin' rappers on like I'm hangin' up clothes
Yeah, you the type of boy to get raped by the hoes
Yeah, rappers really sit there and debate my flows
If you play your cards right, then you may not fold
Big Goddo Flaco
Yeah