Lil Bibby - Know Somethin' lyrics

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Lil Bibby - Know Somethin' lyrics

[Intro:] Hey Bibby wuddup bro man 150 rock block sh** man n***as want smoke man These n***as don’t want no smoke man You want smoke man, Let us know something Vito city sh** b**h ah [Hook:] I be with some young wild n***as, they’ll blow something If you want smoke boy let a n***a know something p**y a** n***as talking sh**, ain’t on nothing f** n***as sneak dissin, let a n***a know something Let a n***a know something, let a n***a know something If you want smoke boy let a n***a know something Let a n***a know something, let a n***a know something sponsored links If you want smoke boy let a n***a know something [Verse 1 - Lil Herb:] I be with some young wild n***as smoking loud n***a Mally got that 40 cal with him, blow you down n***a I come to the block and post up I don’t be up in the hood just to put no post up for my Instagram All these n***as putting post up on they Instagram Like these n***as really on some Them lil instant bands If you want smoke let me know some, we attend to that Pull up right there where you post up, we remember that 4-5 double barrels, boy we got long noses Let his homie know to send his mama all roses Sipping the 4, ACT make me fall over Run up on me p**y, clap! now its all over n***a I be spendin racks turn em all over Ball till you fall, n***a what you fall over? If I ever fall n***a I'mma ball over Started from the bottom, I’d do it all over n***a I be fresh as f**, Louie all over All white Ones n***a I dont like loafers Squad hit the club, buying all white rosé's Throwing bands, gettin mud on the all white sofas Want war? 50 clip for all yall soldiers n***as b**hes taking group pictures, all yall posers Young n***a couple chains, all of us froze Couple hits out the foreign cars all em stolen [Hook] [Verse 2 - Lil Bibby:] You sneak dissin like a ho or sum And my young n***as show em something Headshot, I throw em something I’mma make sure he know what’s coming And my squad won’t go for none If it’s beef let me know it’s something If I’m like em then blowin some Catch Bibby at the store some Cocaine I can call some f** rap homie, I’m in the trap homie Work came in put my taxs on it Real sh**, I ain’t gotta act homie Feds come through I'm running out the back homie Couple hollows to the back homie Thats what you get for running from the mack homie Turn nothing into something Got a young n***a stuntin We ain’t worried bout nothing cuz we strapped homie Hut one hut two Hittas on point, they ready to slump you n***as all quiet, when my squad come through Brand new Glock let’s see what the gun do Them checks I thumb thru I be flexed up, these n***as can’t take it Ain’t about money, then a n***a can’t make it f** from the back and her head was whack I pa** her the pack, the b**h is so basic Hoes know it’s cray when they Lil Bibby Young a** n***a got the keys to the city Me and lil bro just speedin in the Hemy In the club squad getting off the weed and the remy If you want beef then let a n***a know Subtweeting why you won't @ a n***a foe You tried to k** Bibby, just let this sh** go Til you show up in the cage then we at a n***a door [Hook]