You Know It (feat. Trippie Redd)

Ring around the rosy Pocket full of posies Ashes, ashes We all fall down La, la, la, la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la Hey, uh Yeah, uh, ayy Drip too hard Don't get too close, chopper close, my pistol close Know I keep them missiles close Your bitch love me, that's for sure Hundreds on me and you know Get the bread, count the loaf Your bitch with me, that's for sure You know, yeah, uh, you know it Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you know it Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you know it Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, you know it Pour up, four up, pour more up No love, smoking gas, smell like throwup These niggas wanna be me when they grow up Opposition wanna diss gang hoping that they glow up Consequences to the damn streets, nigga, go and pick your bro up It could be your mama or your auntie, nigga, bullets got no love Everybody wanna read my lines since I done glowed up Tell them motherfuckers I ain't got time, meetings to my shoulders Everybody get the damn decline, I don't pick the phone up All my bitches stand in single file lines like some damn soldiers Stand attention How that your bitch but she stay in my mentions? She come for the stuff, put my dick in a different dimension Know that my fingers be itching, palms is itching Drip too hard Don't get too close, chopper close, my pistol close Know I keep them missiles close Your bitch love me, that's for sure Hundreds on me and you know Get the bread, count the loaf Your bitch with me, that's for sure You know, yeah, uh, you know it Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you know it Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you know it Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, you know it I keep them pistols close Can't fuck with niggas 'cause they ass too broke She just popped a Xan' and it got her moving slow Spent nine hundred on the drank I just poured I love shoving my dick down her throat, make her choke Even though I made it out, bitch, I'm still in the trap Bad bitch wanna fuck me 'cause she know I got racks Housekeeping came in and just clean up the mess Been here for two weeks, why you asking where I'm at? Damn, fucked this lil' one bitch from the Southside tryna set me up but I ain't lurk Bitch, my life amazing, suite life on deck Balling hard, baby, Mitchell & Ness I got money coming in, so why would I stress? He had a vest on but got hit in the neck Stick on me, stick on Kobe, shooting everything, yeah She say I get romantic when I'm off that lean, yeah, we eating bossanova Hundred thousand on my neck, got me colder Bitch, I got range like a Rover She say I'm mean but I'm just bipolar I'm in them guts like an organ donor Dripping too hard, baby, I been glowed up Drip too hard Don't get too close, chopper close, my pistol close Know I keep them missiles close Your bitch love me, that's for sure Hundreds on me and you know Get the bread, count the loaf Your bitch with me, that's for sure You know, yeah, uh, you know it Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you know it Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you know it Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, you know it