BeatKing, Lil Keke, Slim Thug - Kno Wam Sayin lyrics
[BeatKing, Lil Keke, Slim Thug - Kno Wam Sayin lyrics]
Big Moe po'd up, keep that purple in my cup
Keep some purp rolled up, I'm slowed up
Man hold up i showed up on 4's and
Rolled out with ya hoes
When she see me pull up clean
She reach for them candy doors
Pockets full of paper glass shooting laser
Banger in my lap for
Them motherfucking haters
Club God with your bitch
Sittin' on some swangers
Trunk bangin', try to jack, bitch I'm aimin'
Ridin' through the Wood
Chrome lady on the hood
I'm chunking deuces out bitch my roof is out
Watts got me chopped my drop got me bops
Pull up clean, no screens that's 98
I got my top back i ain't got no worries
Hit the block with four 15's
Your grandma can't hear her stories
Cut my beat down when I see
The lawsso they ignore me
Bitch it's H Town like and Robert Horry
Yeah they know what I'm talm bout
Yea they know what I'm sayin'
Big Moe in my foam cup
Real nigga ain't playin'
Goin off that loud pack
Knock her down don't call back
Gettin' where y'all at don Ke still all that
Best believe them hoes reachin'
Runnin' up to this nice car
Stand up for a real nigga
Girl you sho picked the right star
We smokin' that good shit
Still sellin' that white chick
Stay away from this H Town
You ain't bout that life trick
Still knocking that BeatKing
Grippin' wood when I roll up
Still reppin' that purp shit
Hater nigga better hold up
Do it big for that Southside
Stay clean on that cash route
We blowin' that big money
Bitches know what I'm talkin' bout
Big Moe po'd up, keep that purple in my cup
Keep some purp rolled up, I'm slowed up
Man hold up i showed up on 4's and
Rolled out with ya hoes
When she see me pull up clean
She reach for them candy doors
I got chosed you already know how that go
Don't let me borrow for the night
I give her right back super pokers on glass
You can tell I'm gettin' cash
Cause the paint splish-splash
From the, to the dash white cup sippin'
Got a gangster still tippin'
Still woodgrain grippin' while the
Candy blue drippin'
Work shipping Down South and
A million dollar house
RIP Big Moe, much love from Thug Boss
You already know I'm bout my dough
I'm swangin' 4's and I'm riding slowly
You already know my music slow
And you know it's in my cup that Big Moe
Keep some purp rolled up, I'm slowed up
Man hold up i showed up on 4's and
Rolled out with ya hoes
When she see me pull up clean
She reach for them candy doors
Pockets full of paper glass shooting laser
Banger in my lap for
Them motherfucking haters
Club God with your bitch
Sittin' on some swangers
Trunk bangin', try to jack, bitch I'm aimin'
Ridin' through the Wood
Chrome lady on the hood
I'm chunking deuces out bitch my roof is out
Watts got me chopped my drop got me bops
Pull up clean, no screens that's 98
I got my top back i ain't got no worries
Hit the block with four 15's
Your grandma can't hear her stories
Cut my beat down when I see
The lawsso they ignore me
Bitch it's H Town like and Robert Horry
Yeah they know what I'm talm bout
Yea they know what I'm sayin'
Big Moe in my foam cup
Real nigga ain't playin'
Goin off that loud pack
Knock her down don't call back
Gettin' where y'all at don Ke still all that
Best believe them hoes reachin'
Runnin' up to this nice car
Stand up for a real nigga
Girl you sho picked the right star
We smokin' that good shit
Still sellin' that white chick
Stay away from this H Town
You ain't bout that life trick
Still knocking that BeatKing
Grippin' wood when I roll up
Still reppin' that purp shit
Hater nigga better hold up
Do it big for that Southside
Stay clean on that cash route
We blowin' that big money
Bitches know what I'm talkin' bout
Big Moe po'd up, keep that purple in my cup
Keep some purp rolled up, I'm slowed up
Man hold up i showed up on 4's and
Rolled out with ya hoes
When she see me pull up clean
She reach for them candy doors
I got chosed you already know how that go
Don't let me borrow for the night
I give her right back super pokers on glass
You can tell I'm gettin' cash
Cause the paint splish-splash
From the, to the dash white cup sippin'
Got a gangster still tippin'
Still woodgrain grippin' while the
Candy blue drippin'
Work shipping Down South and
A million dollar house
RIP Big Moe, much love from Thug Boss
You already know I'm bout my dough
I'm swangin' 4's and I'm riding slowly
You already know my music slow
And you know it's in my cup that Big Moe