Jeremih - The Half lyrics

(Intro – Swizz Beatz) It’s a Friday, I’m bout to go off Got my chains on and I’m bout to show off DJ Snake up in here about to go off Now go off, now go off Goddamn! (Pre Chorus – Jeremih & Swizz Beatz) Smoke stress to get rid of all the stress On the run, ni**a, going for the checks These ni**s don’t know the half, show time! These ni**as don’t know the half, show time! See the hoes, see the clothes, see the cash, goddamn! Gettin’ high for the low, sh** was bad These ni**as don’t know the half, say what? These ni**as don’t know the half, talk to em Swear to God, these ni**as don’t know the half Rewind now! (Chorus – Jeremih) These ni**as don’t know the half Smoke stress to get rid of all the stress (Verse 1 – Jeremih) k** em off like I got a mask on it Guillotine a Benz, you don’t know the half of it Whole squad winning, you got small money Don’t need too many hands, I need all of it You ain’t ever been around, call me 2Pac Pull up in my old hood in a new drop On that kush, on that kush, blow a cloud of it I’m the man, I’m the man, yeah I’m proud of it Blowing bands, got em jumping out the window Shout out, shout out, pour some more and call it reload Know I pull up, pull up on em like a free throw Or go straight up, up the middle like I’m D. Rose Treat your chick just like a whip and get another one Wanna grab it, push it, smash and get another one See my dogs on top, that’s the math of it Multiply the money up, no that’s just half of it Talk to em….Rewind now! (Repeat Chorus) (Verse 2 – Young Thug) Smoke that kushy, smoke that kushy, baby Meanwhile me and you stunting, that lil mushy, baby I don’t want cook, I wanna book it, baby I’ll knock that lil s**t out the park to let you know I’m not no rookie, baby Oh, take a breath These ni**as don’t know the half of the first steps My day one ni**as, I don’t pick through, I don’t stutter step That’s caking, ni**a, you not a pimp, you don’t know the steps She showered and she dry it off, and then she lay it That head done brought that dope back, like I’m in the 80s I’ma pimp the parking lot, I’ma let you play it You never posed to stop, but you can relay it And I’m like wooh You don’t know the half, you don’t know the mothaf**king truth You don’t know how much stress I release when I’m on boots It’s all a lot, you don’t know what come behind the groove It’s a lot, but get with, lil ni**a, I do Talk to em…Rewind now! (Repeat Chorus) (Outro – Young Thug) See the hoes, see the clothes, see the cash Getting high for the low, s**t was bad These ni**as don’t know the half These ni**as don’t know about it These ni**as don’t know the half