Big K.R.I.T., Big Sant - How U Luv That lyrics

Shit, I got the hook up, bitch
What you know 'bout this?
Old school my whip king Tut my wrist
I got the hook up, bitch
What you know 'bout this?
I put on my clique hoes on my dick
How you love that? I got the hook up bitch
What you know 'bout this?

Fuck what you heard, ho
They know bout the Krizzle
The Chevy on four Pirellis with
The pole in the middle
I break a ho if she brittle
Pimpin' hot off the griddle
Cluckin' bustas freakin' and
Fuckin' for nothing
So how you figure I was tricking off?
Candy paint my Caddy frame don't be
Ashamed to lick it off
Hail Mary some game to a dame
And you can't pick it off
Off the chain (Hoo) I can't sic it off
Time and time again I try and tell
Them let me kick it off
And bang on it, I put these lames on it
It ain't Multi if ain't put my name on it
Make that kinda track and put a train on it
Styrofoam, purple rain on it
Fresh up out the cleaners, my demeanor
Not a stain on it
Reign on it, put some chains on it
Bet the game on it
My woofer beat to the frequency that
A bitch done came on it pinky ring on em
Chinchilla get hanged on the floor
I leave a bitch fiending for some more

Shit, I got the hook up, bitch
What you know 'bout this?
Old school my whip king Tut my wrist
I got the hook up, bitch
What you know 'bout this?
I put on my clique hoes on my dick
How you love that? I got the hook up bitch
What you know 'bout this?

Yeah, B-izza G SANT, biatch
Young trill nigga
Ho you know just what I be bout
Time to take off them T tops, we on that
Like banners man hold up
My car older than your favorite rapper
This that shit that they
Should capture on film
Lights camera action, life
Bitch my pimpin' 1080p, without a satellite
Why niggas ain't acting right
Talkin' 'bout who run the South
They know it's us
They sick and ain't no Robituss
To help ‘em out
I been official, big dawg in the yard
Voted most likely to murder every
Verse that I start
So as soon as I park and I hop on that ride
Better leave with your bitch
'fore I'm off in her mouth
Cuz I'mma big timer rhymer
No co-signers around for you
If I ain't make that clear let
Me break it down for ya they lame
(yeah) , we not (yeah)
See us (yeah) on top (yeah)
Alumni forever ever bitch they know

Shit, I got the hook up, bitch
What you know 'bout this?
Old school my whip king Tut my wrist
I got the hook up, bitch
What you know 'bout this?
I put on my clique hoes on my dick
How you love that? I got the hook up bitch
What you know 'bout this?