Viper - Boys Know lyrics
[Viper - Boys Know lyrics]
Motherkcuf you
I'm hip to you bustas, these boys ain't cool
When (hollows) comin' out to mix you up
Remindin' me of girls, the way you gossip
But I'ma make sure that this nine'll stop it
I know you ain't real, mark hctib
But I can't figure out if
You soft or a snitch
Since I was a youngster, hadn't
You boys was marks and now
You can't consider it
It's official, I'm wild, fool
I'm callin' all you boys out, yeah
What you gon' do?
These saggin ain't talkin' bout nothin'
Bring 'em to the field and
It's stopped 'em from bumpin'
The way I win got you agg' and trippin'
And your hatred gon' catch you slippin'
Chumps, mad cause I'm stingin'
They wanna take away my shine
' cause I'm blingin'
Boys gon' learn, the game's on me
And me losin' will never be
So bring it on (bitch niggas)
Y'all fingers hard from workin'
My fingers soft from triggers
Best to stay real, don't get out of line
And stayin' on your (hoe-ass) work grind
I don't care if you a rapper trick
I show love for your album
You ain't buy mine (bitch)?
Worse than these other bustas with cash
You's a mark, so on you I mash
Matter of fact
You like the rest of these boys
I got you () out, bring your toys
That's what I thought
Now what you wanna say?
You stuck out 'cause all the girls
Givin' me all the play
You bustas ain't doin' nothing
Gun in front of your mouth
Why don't you come through and
See what I'm 'bout?
You boys are punks
So now it's time for me to dump
These heaty ones out the chamber
And leave you so no one can claim ya
Boys, they know
And you marks gone feel me fo' sho'
Boys, they know
And you marks gone feel me fo' sho'
I'm hip to you bustas, these boys ain't cool
When (hollows) comin' out to mix you up
Remindin' me of girls, the way you gossip
But I'ma make sure that this nine'll stop it
I know you ain't real, mark hctib
But I can't figure out if
You soft or a snitch
Since I was a youngster, hadn't
You boys was marks and now
You can't consider it
It's official, I'm wild, fool
I'm callin' all you boys out, yeah
What you gon' do?
These saggin ain't talkin' bout nothin'
Bring 'em to the field and
It's stopped 'em from bumpin'
The way I win got you agg' and trippin'
And your hatred gon' catch you slippin'
Chumps, mad cause I'm stingin'
They wanna take away my shine
' cause I'm blingin'
Boys gon' learn, the game's on me
And me losin' will never be
So bring it on (bitch niggas)
Y'all fingers hard from workin'
My fingers soft from triggers
Best to stay real, don't get out of line
And stayin' on your (hoe-ass) work grind
I don't care if you a rapper trick
I show love for your album
You ain't buy mine (bitch)?
Worse than these other bustas with cash
You's a mark, so on you I mash
Matter of fact
You like the rest of these boys
I got you () out, bring your toys
That's what I thought
Now what you wanna say?
You stuck out 'cause all the girls
Givin' me all the play
You bustas ain't doin' nothing
Gun in front of your mouth
Why don't you come through and
See what I'm 'bout?
You boys are punks
So now it's time for me to dump
These heaty ones out the chamber
And leave you so no one can claim ya
Boys, they know
And you marks gone feel me fo' sho'
Boys, they know
And you marks gone feel me fo' sho'