Drey Wylde - You Know Me lyrics

[Intro: Drey Wylde] b**h your f**in' lame Yeah they're all the same Stay in your f**ing lane You know the f**ing name Drey Wylde in this game Hoe better behave She actin' up, put that b**h in the grave [Verse] I heard you gotta' girl Yeah I'd like to meet her Snatch her, then mistreat her Finesses them f**ing sneakers I'm louder than the speakers Smokin' on the refer Slay that b**h, grin reaper I take what I want While I'm smokin' a blunt I drive nice cars Cuz I gotta stunt You gotta problem lemme' get the gun I shoot that sh** off just for fun Maryland's where I'm f**in' from Terrapin till I die Steal your b**h I don't try No chemistry, no Bill Nye I'm a wild boy, and you know that I make big stacks and I blow that I'm original, you can't clone that Your b**h- well I'm on that I bone that No chitchat She lays flat Like my door mat Don't believe me Just check snapchat No car insurance, no Geico I left that b**h, cuz she's psycho Ohh that's your girl That's a typo Cuz she s**ed my f**in' pipe hoe She knows me well enough She knows I like it rough But im no f**ing cop Cuz I don't f**ing cuff Trappin' in my house While I'm blowin all these clouds Smoking by pound,while your smoking by the ounce Claiming that your rich Who the f** Boy stop Let me pull up on the spot And return your girls top She wants it so I give it I get it cuz I'm privileged Coach put me in This ain't no scrimmage You know we the best So we stay wining Took a hundred shots f**ed your b**h on the block The time is ticking Tick tock You keep talking reckless Ima get the Glock Got the gang and we ballin' Got the whip so we rollin' I'm not picking up the phone So you better stop calling Your irrelevant, and I'm not fallen Got plenty of bodies So I don't need no thotties All I need is my team Along with my Maserati [Outro] You know who I am I'm the man I will snatch you from your boyfriend in a heartbeat If I can, I got a plan Ima grab your hand But im no f**ing peter pan