Moving past police I swear they all know something
I might snatch the keys It's things I gotta do
Up in this life So no one manage me
I can see myself In all these types of situations
Problems people murder Talk yo shit
But please don't envy me
Always envy on the screen Hop out make 'em mad
Doing something different I'm in person I got digi to match
ANT LF my brothers Know my brothers glad
Pushing past these fonnies Take they Monnies
So they pockets mad
It's crazy how you feel Some type of way
When you doing me wrong
Bringing back the bands Then I'm coming right back to the song
Travel wit my tools You wit yo fools
That ain't helping for shit
Faking on them days That I done need 'em
Don't need 'em for shit
Used to be crazy And now I'm insane
I could tell you my plan You would think I was playing
They taking for granted Say less everyday
One day these songs All you getting from me
All of the words I be saying Right outta my mouth
Should be pressuring
All to the day That I'm gon' get this advance
And pop out and spend 30 And not even think of the day
We play wit sticks So yes you bitch
Yeah I got dirty hands
We throwin' hands You f*ckin' with my money
Do you understand
I done jugged most this bread Need sum rubber bands
Don't ask me 'bout no feature 'Cause the service fee is 30 bands
Tryna run up off me Boy I throw them hard bitches
Punchin' through ya liver Spill ya lunch
And now you starvin' nigga
Like potato Lay's Yeah I'm making chips nigga
Onion on my pistol Watch it make ya head dip nigga
I'm finna ball like a Piston Oh that's yo' bitch
I ain't even know it nigga
That nigga pay for a feature Then I'ma block 'em
Like I ain't know da nigga
Spent too much bread on my Visa
So best believe it Got foreign hoes with it
I'ma hood public speaker First of all don't trust these hoes nigga
Second off don't trust these bitches
Third off don't trust these tricks
And if that hoe got a dirty weave She a dirty bitch
Fifth off can't trust no nigga 'Cause they will backdoor you bitch
You let that nigga hold your stick Like what the f*ck
You slow as shit
Yeah you slow as shit Do I gotta say again
My dick up in your chick Then Ima f*ck that bitches best friend
Smith & Wesson Get a nigga mind straight
If my rap career was a fat nigga then Bitch yeah I ate
Moving past police I swear they all know something
I might snatch the keys It's things I gotta do
Up in this life So no one manage me
I can see myself In all these types of situations
Problems people murder Talk yo shit
But please don't envy me
Always envy on the screen Hop out make 'em mad
Doing something different I'm in person I got digi to match
ANT LF my brothers Know my brothers glad
Pushing past these fonnies Take they Monnies
So they pockets mad
It's crazy how you feel Some type of way
When you doing me wrong
Bringing back the bands Then I'm coming right back to the song
Travel wit my tools You wit yo fools
That ain't helping for shit
Faking on them days That I done need 'em
Don't need 'em for shit
Unknownangel - KNOW SOMTHING (feat. J $ANTANA) Lyrics
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Moving past police I swear they all know something
I might snatch the keys It's things I gotta do
Up in this life So no one manage me
I can see myself In all these types of situations
Problems people murder Talk yo shit
But please don't envy me
Always envy on the screen Hop out make 'em mad
Doing something different I'm in person I got digi to match
ANT LF my brothers Know my brothers glad
Pushing past these fonnies Take they Monnies
So they pockets mad
It's crazy how you feel Some type of way
When you doing me wrong
Bringing back the bands Then I'm coming right back to the song
Travel wit my tools You wit yo fools
That ain't helping for shit
Faking on them days That I done need 'em
Don't need 'em for shit
Used to be crazy And now I'm insane
I could tell you my plan You would think I was playing
They taking for granted Say less everyday
One day these songs All you getting from me
All of the words I be saying Right outta my mouth
Should be pressuring
All to the day That I'm gon' get this advance
And pop out and spend 30 And not even think of the day
We play wit sticks So yes you bitch
Yeah I got dirty hands
We throwin' hands You f*ckin' with my money
Do you understand
I done jugged most this bread Need sum rubber bands
Don't ask me 'bout no feature 'Cause the service fee is 30 bands
Tryna run up off me Boy I throw them hard bitches
Punchin' through ya liver Spill ya lunch
And now you starvin' nigga
Like potato Lay's Yeah I'm making chips nigga
Onion on my pistol Watch it make ya head dip nigga
I'm finna ball like a Piston Oh that's yo' bitch
I ain't even know it nigga
That nigga pay for a feature Then I'ma block 'em
Like I ain't know da nigga
Spent too much bread on my Visa
So best believe it Got foreign hoes with it
I'ma hood public speaker First of all don't trust these hoes nigga
Second off don't trust these bitches
Third off don't trust these tricks
And if that hoe got a dirty weave She a dirty bitch
Fifth off can't trust no nigga 'Cause they will backdoor you bitch
You let that nigga hold your stick Like what the f*ck
You slow as shit
Yeah you slow as shit Do I gotta say again
My dick up in your chick Then Ima f*ck that bitches best friend
Smith & Wesson Get a nigga mind straight
If my rap career was a fat nigga then Bitch yeah I ate
Moving past police I swear they all know something
I might snatch the keys It's things I gotta do
Up in this life So no one manage me
I can see myself In all these types of situations
Problems people murder Talk yo shit
But please don't envy me
Always envy on the screen Hop out make 'em mad
Doing something different I'm in person I got digi to match
ANT LF my brothers Know my brothers glad
Pushing past these fonnies Take they Monnies
So they pockets mad
It's crazy how you feel Some type of way
When you doing me wrong
Bringing back the bands Then I'm coming right back to the song
Travel wit my tools You wit yo fools
That ain't helping for shit
Faking on them days That I done need 'em
Don't need 'em for shit
I might snatch the keys It's things I gotta do
Up in this life So no one manage me
I can see myself In all these types of situations
Problems people murder Talk yo shit
But please don't envy me
Always envy on the screen Hop out make 'em mad
Doing something different I'm in person I got digi to match
ANT LF my brothers Know my brothers glad
Pushing past these fonnies Take they Monnies
So they pockets mad
It's crazy how you feel Some type of way
When you doing me wrong
Bringing back the bands Then I'm coming right back to the song
Travel wit my tools You wit yo fools
That ain't helping for shit
Faking on them days That I done need 'em
Don't need 'em for shit
Used to be crazy And now I'm insane
I could tell you my plan You would think I was playing
They taking for granted Say less everyday
One day these songs All you getting from me
All of the words I be saying Right outta my mouth
Should be pressuring
All to the day That I'm gon' get this advance
And pop out and spend 30 And not even think of the day
We play wit sticks So yes you bitch
Yeah I got dirty hands
We throwin' hands You f*ckin' with my money
Do you understand
I done jugged most this bread Need sum rubber bands
Don't ask me 'bout no feature 'Cause the service fee is 30 bands
Tryna run up off me Boy I throw them hard bitches
Punchin' through ya liver Spill ya lunch
And now you starvin' nigga
Like potato Lay's Yeah I'm making chips nigga
Onion on my pistol Watch it make ya head dip nigga
I'm finna ball like a Piston Oh that's yo' bitch
I ain't even know it nigga
That nigga pay for a feature Then I'ma block 'em
Like I ain't know da nigga
Spent too much bread on my Visa
So best believe it Got foreign hoes with it
I'ma hood public speaker First of all don't trust these hoes nigga
Second off don't trust these bitches
Third off don't trust these tricks
And if that hoe got a dirty weave She a dirty bitch
Fifth off can't trust no nigga 'Cause they will backdoor you bitch
You let that nigga hold your stick Like what the f*ck
You slow as shit
Yeah you slow as shit Do I gotta say again
My dick up in your chick Then Ima f*ck that bitches best friend
Smith & Wesson Get a nigga mind straight
If my rap career was a fat nigga then Bitch yeah I ate
Moving past police I swear they all know something
I might snatch the keys It's things I gotta do
Up in this life So no one manage me
I can see myself In all these types of situations
Problems people murder Talk yo shit
But please don't envy me
Always envy on the screen Hop out make 'em mad
Doing something different I'm in person I got digi to match
ANT LF my brothers Know my brothers glad
Pushing past these fonnies Take they Monnies
So they pockets mad
It's crazy how you feel Some type of way
When you doing me wrong
Bringing back the bands Then I'm coming right back to the song
Travel wit my tools You wit yo fools
That ain't helping for shit
Faking on them days That I done need 'em
Don't need 'em for shit
Writer: J $ANTANA, Angel Gonzalez
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid