YNW Melly, Rod Wave - Know That lyrics
Rod Wave [Rodarius Marcell Green] Saint Petersburg, Florida, U.S. 🇺🇸
[YNW Melly, Rod Wave - Know That lyrics]
Boht o ya’ll hoes bahahaha
Rod Wave, what up? Shot the hundred K
From the 772 to the 727 dJ Sure Fire
You just, you just got outta school and
You ain’t in college
Your friends only say all you
Care bout is knowledge
I like it, I like you, I swear that I do
I ain’t lying to you and you know that
All these niggas be tripping they
Can’t get no pictures
Okay they pulling out they Kodaks
And you know that (know that)
And you know that (know that)
I’m down for you and you know that
And you know that (know that)
And you know that (know that)
I’m here for you and you know that
And you know that (know that)
And you know that (know that)
I’m down for you and I care for you
And you know that you know that
You know that
Aye, dropped outta school
Hating these dudes (fuck these niggas)
Making that money
I’m counting the money they acting real funny
Because I done started
Getting plenty money in the club
And I’m going retarded
But you ain’t get nothing from me
Aye, acting like everything in
This world is free but you know I rock these
Girls ain’t shit to me
They already know how I rock
And she is a thot
We get it popping all at my party
Women and all of them off
The Molly’s, shawty tripping, aye
Just pull the bottle, chug some Henny girl
Why are you playing with my fucking emotions
Little nigga made it out a hero
And you niggas tripping but
Your score is zero
And niggas winning yeah we in the lead
Pussy niggas you ain’t got no speed
Next door neighbor claiming he want beef
I could give two fucks about the
Shit that you be saying
Nigga I know where you living
I got plenty if you got
I got plenty niggas who would shoot
Run up on me wrong and if a nigga wanna test
I’m a bust his ass on the way to road, aye
Bust him open like a pinata
I’m the niggas told the new chopper
If you real put your motherfucking hands up
RIP Big Cool, RIP Big Cool, RIP Cool
Free all my niggas locked down
From tryna get it
And rest in peace niggas who
Died tryna make a living
She said she ain’t never had a
Young nigga out the trenches
Put that Molly in her body and
Now baby in her feelings
Can’t decide it when she ride it
I can tell it's been a minute
She can’t decide it when she find out
That a nigga ain’t a gimmick
I’m the real deal baby, the real deal baby
On the road doing shows but
I’m still here baby shawty is he’ll do baby
In the the I can still chill baby
Need a dose of that dope I’m a pill mill baby
You not a joke I can show
You a real nigga baby
Call a nigga phone and tell
A nigga she need me
In the car alone Im finna fuck her to Breezy
Shoulda turn a hoe she remind me of TV
Woulda run the hoe she remind me of Fiji
Yeah yeah uh dJ ure Fire
Collect Call EP
Rod Wave, what up? Shot the hundred K
From the 772 to the 727 dJ Sure Fire
You just, you just got outta school and
You ain’t in college
Your friends only say all you
Care bout is knowledge
I like it, I like you, I swear that I do
I ain’t lying to you and you know that
All these niggas be tripping they
Can’t get no pictures
Okay they pulling out they Kodaks
And you know that (know that)
And you know that (know that)
I’m down for you and you know that
And you know that (know that)
And you know that (know that)
I’m here for you and you know that
And you know that (know that)
And you know that (know that)
I’m down for you and I care for you
And you know that you know that
You know that
Aye, dropped outta school
Hating these dudes (fuck these niggas)
Making that money
I’m counting the money they acting real funny
Because I done started
Getting plenty money in the club
And I’m going retarded
But you ain’t get nothing from me
Aye, acting like everything in
This world is free but you know I rock these
Girls ain’t shit to me
They already know how I rock
And she is a thot
We get it popping all at my party
Women and all of them off
The Molly’s, shawty tripping, aye
Just pull the bottle, chug some Henny girl
Why are you playing with my fucking emotions
Little nigga made it out a hero
And you niggas tripping but
Your score is zero
And niggas winning yeah we in the lead
Pussy niggas you ain’t got no speed
Next door neighbor claiming he want beef
I could give two fucks about the
Shit that you be saying
Nigga I know where you living
I got plenty if you got
I got plenty niggas who would shoot
Run up on me wrong and if a nigga wanna test
I’m a bust his ass on the way to road, aye
Bust him open like a pinata
I’m the niggas told the new chopper
If you real put your motherfucking hands up
RIP Big Cool, RIP Big Cool, RIP Cool
Free all my niggas locked down
From tryna get it
And rest in peace niggas who
Died tryna make a living
She said she ain’t never had a
Young nigga out the trenches
Put that Molly in her body and
Now baby in her feelings
Can’t decide it when she ride it
I can tell it's been a minute
She can’t decide it when she find out
That a nigga ain’t a gimmick
I’m the real deal baby, the real deal baby
On the road doing shows but
I’m still here baby shawty is he’ll do baby
In the the I can still chill baby
Need a dose of that dope I’m a pill mill baby
You not a joke I can show
You a real nigga baby
Call a nigga phone and tell
A nigga she need me
In the car alone Im finna fuck her to Breezy
Shoulda turn a hoe she remind me of TV
Woulda run the hoe she remind me of Fiji
Yeah yeah uh dJ ure Fire
Collect Call EP