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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Culture Jam
Culture Jam
Performer
Yung Bleu
Yung Bleu
Performer
NLE Choppa
NLE Choppa
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Potts
Bryson Potts
Composer
Jeremy Briddle
Jeremy Briddle
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bradley Narcisse
Bradley Narcisse
Producer
Samuel Liu
Samuel Liu
Producer
Jeffrey Vlasveld
Jeffrey Vlasveld
Producer
Narek Ambar
Narek Ambar
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Oh, you 'bout it now, what's your body count? What your stash like? That ain't no large amount Nigga, what your crib look like? Know that's your momma house Nigga, why you yellin', "Free him"? You ain't gon' bond him out Nigga don't know what that drama 'bout You ain't really no stepper if you can't do it when the sun is out If you know like I know (like I know) You better not never leave your pole (oh, oh) Keep it everywhere you go (everywhere you go) They'll probably slide on you, just to get some stripes He was only 17, they gave him life If you know like I know, you better play your cards right We been in the trap all night If you know like I know (like I know) You better not never leave your pole Keep it everywhere you go You know they schemin' on the low If you know like I know, you know like I do (like I do) Keep your enemies close, and pray your family stay true (pray your family stay true) When it's too much to cope, I'll be the one you run to (one you run to) Left you at your low, but you left when I got there too (hey-hey, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh) If you know like I know, you can't trust nobody (nobody) Niggas say they solid, but be the ones who be plottin' How you steal from me? I put the bread loaf in your pocket (nobody) Niggas bite the hand that feed 'em, then complain about the profit (nobody) Stop it (ayy) Me and my bro tryna kick in the door, when a nigga was broke, we was losin' hope (brrrt) Out the window with the Glock, when my nigga from with the lick, I had to let it blow (brrt-brrt) Knew that nigga was a hoe, he ain't shoot it with me when I had to unload Say they're real, then they fold, who gon' stick to the code? (Who gon' stick to the code?) (Mm, if shit go down?) If you know like I know I'ma always be a real nigga, uh, solid as they come Nigga, we at band practice, hunnid round drums He been talkin' on the internet, hop out, he lookin' dumb That Choppa soundin' like a giant Talkin', thump, thump-thump, thump-thump And we go dumb, dumb-dumb, dumb-dumb Can't beef with him 'cause he a bum, I fucked his bitch and left her 'lone Got too much smoke up in my lungs You a gangsta, or a bitch? Make your mind up Ain't no more room up in my gang, can't none of you pussies sign up Got a hunnid dollar line-up, just like layin' on these bitches Better not have sex with these bitches If you know like I know These bitches only want your dough If you know like I know (like I know) You better not never leave your pole, oh, oh Keep it everywhere you go (everywhere you go) They'll probably slide on you, just to get some stripes He was only 17, they gave him life If you know like I know, you better play your cards right (cards right) We been in the trap all night If you know like I know (like I know) You better not never leave your pole Keep it everywhere you go You know they schemin' on the low I'ma always be a real nigga, uh, solid as they come
Writer(s): Bryson Lashun Potts, Bradley Narcisse, Jeremy Biddle, Jeffrey Vlasveld, Samuel Liu Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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