Jdymonds - You Already Know (YAK) (feat. Swerv973) Lyrics

Ugh
Let da buckle hit da floor tho
24k gold on da chords tho
Been about my paper since a youngin
Sippin on dat extra saucy Robitussin
Ahh
Reckless
Rocking out relentless
Thanks to our pops
Who always forget us
Now we pull out in the latest foreign cars
Step out with the prettiest
Baddest entourage
Ahh
Got it
Get it
Got it
Good
Got it
Get it
I'm misunderstood
Got it
Get it
Got it
Good
Yea
They try to judge me cause they don't get me
They try to clown me like Skarsgard
Don't temp me
You riding
We riding
Until the floor heavy
You riding
We riding
Until the lord get me
You already know how I get down
You already know how I roll
Streets gave me the crown
You already know how it go
Hoods always around
Watch out what comes out of your dome
See that chalk on the ground
Some of y'all won't make it home
Pour liquor for my jigga who pull triggers
Zipped up red jacket like thriller
Billie Jean just a girl I don't cuff her
Flipping on that ghetto mattress
No rubber
Swerve
Always been a real one
You know my body
Boys taking pictures like they paparazzi
Sugar hill
Niggas jealous like they guzzing lolly
Cause I party party model bitches popping molly
Swerve
Use to take the shotty when I need a problem solved
A lot of talk
Less action
Ain't popping off
Oh I see you homie
Flaws in your monologue
Talking about getting chicken scores and your commas off
Ain't no rules in the streets
Get your momma tossed
If donnie won again
I fell off
Obama loss
You ain't packing man
You lacking
Just to top it off
Only time you hear me coming homie
When the nozzle off
You ain't fly man
Your pilot lost
They talking reckless
Then we signing off
Taking trips to the island
Shit is meditation
Smoking different strands
Yea I call it medication
You already know how I get down
You already know how I roll
Streets gave me the crown
You already know how it go
Hoods always around
Watch out what comes out of your dome
See that chalk on the ground
Some of y'all won't make it home
Pour liquor for my jigga who pull triggers
Zipped up red jacket like thriller
Billie Jean just a girl I don't cuff her
Flipping on that ghetto mattress
No rubber
Pour liquor for my jigga who pull triggers
Zipped up red jacket like thriller
Billie Jean just a girl I don't cuff her
Flipping on that ghetto mattress
No rubber
You already know how I get down
You already know how I roll
Streets gave me the crown
You already know how it go
Hoods always around
Watch out what comes out of your dome
See that chalk on the ground
Some of y'all won't make it home