What They Know

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Bitch don't you dare waste my time If we ain't fucking dont hit up my line Ruth in this booth when I rhyme Smokie just pitch and I hit everytime You gonna start losing your mind Trying to find out what the fuck is in mine Tell them to roll out the carpet Ain't letting them slide we letting them burn and just die Dressed to kill everytime No need for no gun and no need for a knife I pull in that ride and I'm banging your wife And I'm fucking your life and I'm doing it twice Tell all these haters the hate just ain't working Start telling more lies White man can't jump why the fuck I'm so fly Pussies belong inbetween a few thighs Owe me 10 dollars ain't giving me 9 "GASHI GASHI when the fuck is you gon' blow up" Got a show on monday, buy a ticket bitch and show up "GASHI GASHI should do a song with Rita" Bitch I packed out Austin without JAY Z I don't need her I'm moving it quick 4 days 3 nights 2 flights more than 1 whip Doing my thing and I'm killing this shit Sunday can't live you know what it is Getting these chips then I dip and I flee Like an Albanian dish, no need for no bricks Kids from my high school still talking that shit Tell them quit lying get off of my dick [Chorus] What the fuck do they know-ow (yeah) Tell 'em quit lying, get off of my dick What the fuck do they know-ow (yeah) Tell 'em quit lying, get off of my dick What the fuck do they know-ow (yeah) Tell 'em quit lying, get off of my dick What the fuck do they know-ow (yeah) Tell 'em quit lying, get off of my dick [Verse 2] It's a new age, fuck race Kids stuck in their new ways HypeBeast get ya boards ready hop up on this new wave New face sippin' this cool aid While listening to ye new slaves I came from the bottom, the bottom, the bottom Killin' these beats shot 'em, I shot 'em, I shot 'em They jock 'em, they jock 'em They copy, they copy Always so fresh and I never dress sloppy Biggie came back up in a white body I am the label so you cannot drop me Mama seed stacking and stacking wasabi All over the bread got me feeling so Poppy I'm making these hits got me feeling so papi All of these stacks got me feeling so cocky Taking more shots than the Samm Paparazzi Your girl in my lobby give me sloppy toppy My dick is so big I might need me a dolly She beatin' my meat got me feeling so rocky I'm dumping it down for that rollie just watch me No you cannot stop me No you cannot stop me I'm getting started I run into fans as I'm looking for parking Mama cannot afford no coffins So there's no need for no words 'cause I kill 'em by coughing This shit is exhausting I'm chasin' this money no time to start joggin' They see that you ballin' That eagle is coming without Brian Dawkins [Outro] If you got a problem with me If you got a problem with me, tell me If you got a problem with me If you got a problem with me, tell me Why you telling everyone else? Why you telling everyone else, but me? Why you telling everyone else? Why you telling everyone else, but me?