Trademark Da Skydiver - You Know lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Roddy] I bet a real b**h gon' pick up when a real n***a call girl I'm tired as hell with no days off That p**y good I might dose off I bet a real b**h gon' stay there if her man get locked behind bars Homie call home like "what my son doin'? and keep my kitty cat warm for me" I bet a real n***a gone stand tall whenever times gettin' mad hard Boy, we raised up on that G-Code, its trap life like its legal I bet a real n***a gon' take care of them kids, f** them broads Boy, Its heartless out here, had to hustle I don't want none of that for my youngin' Like Big Cid I get money, til' God callin' my number Tryin to make it out of this jungle, Smoke that la-li-la for my troubles Was flat broke, no stuntin, so that la-li-la a get money Them shots ringin', they bustin', got my block hot as a oven I'm young rich and I'm famous I can't forget about thuggin' They say I'm all the way buggin', SMOKE THAT REEFER ALL UP IN PUBLIC I'm lickin' shots at them haters, stay the f** away from my huddle. Either way them hoes gon' feel me, tell them n***as hate it or love it n***a [Hook: Young Roddy] You know.....n***a you know I'm tryin' to see what her neck like Its Jet life to my next life You know.....n***a you know I been busy stacking that cake up Tryin' to get my weight up You know.....n***a you know I'm highed up on that good sh** I'm all about that "Good Sense" You know.....n***a you know And they ain't talking 'bout nothin' If they ain't talkin' 'bout money n***a [Verse 2: Trademark Da Skydiver] Hol' up, they know When that loot get slim, they better lay low Me and the clique pop up like eggos And lay ya balls down for that pay roll I'm all about that cheddar.....pepper jack, alfredo You won't see manana, comin' short of my pesos Now bad b**hes, I take those AJ Beats, I slay those Lungs full of that k**er, k**er I'm on fire like ray co I drops bomb all on the track They can't handle my pay load Its mingo baby, I'm in beast mode I only go by the G-Code I keep it trill with my people I'm a lot this high, they equal I'm on another level from these n***as, No, I can't see you Stop worryin' about what we do These lame n***as so see through Got a lil older, and made some change now all of sudden you G too I don't think so You still a lame-o You gets no love, that's how the game go I remain O...G for sure, No L's but who keepin' score Kushed out and I'm sittin' low Stackin' grands, mackin' hoes Talk is cheap to a n***a like me If you ain't speakin' 'bout that dough....n***a [Hook: Young Roddy] You know.....n***a you know Im tryin' to see what her neck like Its Jet life to my next life You know.....n***a you know I been busy stacking that cake up Tryin' to get my weight up You know.....n***a you know I'm highed up on that good sh** I'm all about that "Good Sense" You know.....n***a you know And they ain't talking 'bout nothin' If they ain't talkin' 'bout money n***a