K Suave, Trippie Redd - You Know It lyrics
Trippie Redd [Michael Lamar White II] Canton, Ohio, U.S. 🇺🇸
[K Suave, Trippie Redd - You Know It lyrics]
Ring around the rosy pocket full of posies
Ashes, ashes we all fall down
La la la la lalala lalala la hey, uh
Yeah, uh, ayy
Drip too hard
Don't get too close, chopper close
My pistol close
Know I keep them missiles close
Your bitch love me, that's for sure
Hundreds on me and you know
Get the bread, count the loaf
Your bitch with me, that's for sure
You know, yeah, uh, you know it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you know it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you know it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, you know it
Pour up, four up, pour more up
No love, smoking gas, smell like throwup
These niggas wanna be me when they grow up
Opposition wanna diss gang hoping
That they glow up
Consequences to the damn streets, nigga
Go and pick your bro up
It could be your mama or your auntie, nigga
Bullets got no love
Everybody wanna read my lines since
I done glowed up
Tell them motherfuckers I ain't got time
Meetings to my shoulders
Everybody get the damn decline
I don't pick the phone up
All my bitches stand in single file
Lines like some damn soldiers
Stand attention
How that's your bitch but she
Stay in my mentions? She come for the stuff
Put my dick in a different dimension
Know that my fingers be itching
Palms is itching
Drip too hard
Don't get too close, chopper close
My pistol close
Know I keep them missiles close
Your bitch love me, that's for sure
Hundreds on me and you know
Get the bread, count the loaf
Your bitch with me, that's for sure
You know, yeah, uh, you know it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you know it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you know it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, you know it
I keep them pistols close
Can't fuck with niggas 'cause
They ass too broke
She just popped a Xan' and
It got her moving slow
Spent nine hundred on the drank I just poured
I love shoving my dick down her throat
Make her choke
Even though I made it out, bitch
I'm still in the trap
Bad bitch wanna fuck me 'cause
She know I got racks
Housekeeping came in and just
Clean up the mess been here for two weeks
Why you asking where I'm at?
Damn, fucked this lil' one
Bitch from the southside
Tryna set me up but I ain't lack
Bitch, my life amazing, suite life on deck
Balling hard, baby, Mitchell & Ness
I got money coming in, so why would I stress?
He had a vest on but got hit in the neck
Stick on me, stick on
Kobe, shooting everything, yeah
She say I get romantic when
I'm off that lean, yeah
We eating bossanova
Hundred thousand on my neck, got me colder
Bitch, I got range like a Rover
She say I'm mean but I'm just bipolar
I'm in them guts like an organ donor
Dripping too hard, baby, I been glowed up
Drip too hard
Don't get too close, chopper close
My pistol close
Know I keep them missiles close
Your bitch love me, that's for sure
Hundreds on me and you know
Get the bread, count the loaf
Your bitch with me, that's for sure
You know, yeah, uh, you know it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you know it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you know it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, you know it
Ashes, ashes we all fall down
La la la la lalala lalala la hey, uh
Yeah, uh, ayy
Drip too hard
Don't get too close, chopper close
My pistol close
Know I keep them missiles close
Your bitch love me, that's for sure
Hundreds on me and you know
Get the bread, count the loaf
Your bitch with me, that's for sure
You know, yeah, uh, you know it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you know it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you know it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, you know it
Pour up, four up, pour more up
No love, smoking gas, smell like throwup
These niggas wanna be me when they grow up
Opposition wanna diss gang hoping
That they glow up
Consequences to the damn streets, nigga
Go and pick your bro up
It could be your mama or your auntie, nigga
Bullets got no love
Everybody wanna read my lines since
I done glowed up
Tell them motherfuckers I ain't got time
Meetings to my shoulders
Everybody get the damn decline
I don't pick the phone up
All my bitches stand in single file
Lines like some damn soldiers
Stand attention
How that's your bitch but she
Stay in my mentions? She come for the stuff
Put my dick in a different dimension
Know that my fingers be itching
Palms is itching
Drip too hard
Don't get too close, chopper close
My pistol close
Know I keep them missiles close
Your bitch love me, that's for sure
Hundreds on me and you know
Get the bread, count the loaf
Your bitch with me, that's for sure
You know, yeah, uh, you know it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you know it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you know it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, you know it
I keep them pistols close
Can't fuck with niggas 'cause
They ass too broke
She just popped a Xan' and
It got her moving slow
Spent nine hundred on the drank I just poured
I love shoving my dick down her throat
Make her choke
Even though I made it out, bitch
I'm still in the trap
Bad bitch wanna fuck me 'cause
She know I got racks
Housekeeping came in and just
Clean up the mess been here for two weeks
Why you asking where I'm at?
Damn, fucked this lil' one
Bitch from the southside
Tryna set me up but I ain't lack
Bitch, my life amazing, suite life on deck
Balling hard, baby, Mitchell & Ness
I got money coming in, so why would I stress?
He had a vest on but got hit in the neck
Stick on me, stick on
Kobe, shooting everything, yeah
She say I get romantic when
I'm off that lean, yeah
We eating bossanova
Hundred thousand on my neck, got me colder
Bitch, I got range like a Rover
She say I'm mean but I'm just bipolar
I'm in them guts like an organ donor
Dripping too hard, baby, I been glowed up
Drip too hard
Don't get too close, chopper close
My pistol close
Know I keep them missiles close
Your bitch love me, that's for sure
Hundreds on me and you know
Get the bread, count the loaf
Your bitch with me, that's for sure
You know, yeah, uh, you know it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you know it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you know it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, you know it