Letchu Know

Album cover art for "Letchu Know" by Kutt Calhoun & Snug Brim

Kutt Calhoun & Snug Brim - Rap

Letchu Know

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Duration: 2:21

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[Verse 1: Kutt Calhoun] You gotta love it Distribute to the public My music so underground, it stand under Harrioet Tubman It's a sin just to love it Likely cursed when it's coming And Kutt is taking over, like Ohpra Winfry's beloved I'm a graduate of thuggin Drinking and selling drugs Round here we keep the burners Women, we call them lovers My whole team Blooding Granted, a couple Crips, but it's family That'll take out a whole family of niggas Give a fuck about a bitch Government born snitch I'm with niggas that selling dope for a hustle to feed they kids I just sit back and peek as they loading, watch them roll Kick those every weekend Hold the Gs to see them My city is kept a secret That's why nobody knows about Kanzis City's eletest That's why nobody blows about the 816 Cause ain't shit seen We knowing about the slab, and we knowing about the Lean And we knowing about the hifey, and knowing about the stove We knowing about them east side boys that get it crunk My city is on the fense tip, repping it everyday We knowing about the deaths of Fat Tone and Mac Dre Before I leave, there's something I gotta say Strange Music is about to be considered the new wave Of hip hop music, to dish out uses Wish y'all could see me out in public, Imma flip my duces Bitch! [Verse 2: Snug Brim] This Kan City, let me show you how we rocking that Mix dimes, quarters and Os to keep our pockets fat Poppin that, clutching it, stop funking, we blocking that Get your weed, money and hustle, then holler back Time, I got time for smash Off in the city, grabbing them packs Tryna stack enough spread to make it, putting 816 on the map You see the ryms, you see the jewels Look through the shades when I'm busy, you see the juice All these bitches around me, you know the news This new shit is official, this how we do All flame, I got my rag around my rib, don't fear you Keep the 15s on 50 so I can't hear you You niggas got a clear view Cross me, and you're fish food Floating by the bank of the rib, we get them chips through I go hard on the paint I'm 22, selling 28s, just tryna get some change

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Credits

Writers
  • Kutt Calhoun
  • Snug Brim