Young Roddy - You Know lyrics

I bet a real b**h gonn pick up When a real n***a call drol I'm tired as hell with no days off That p**y good I might dose off I bet a real b**h gonn stay there If her man get locked behind bars Homie call home like what my son doing Then keep my kitty cat warm for me Bet a real n***a gonn stand tall Whenever times getting mad hard boy We were raised up on that g code It's trap life against legal Bet a real n***a gonn take care Them kids f** them broads boy As long as I have to hustle I don't want none of that for my youngin sponsored links Like big said I get money, till god calling my number Tryina make it out of this jungle, smoke that loud and laugh at my trouble Was flat broke, no stuntin, so that loud a lot to get money Them shots rang and they bustin, got my block hot as an oven I'm young, rich and I'm famous, I can't forget about thuggin They said I'm all the way bugging, smoke that reefer all up in public I'm lickin shots to them haters, stay the f** away from my hardo Either way them hoes gonn feel me, tell em n***as hate it or love it n***a [Hook] You know, n***a, you know I'm tryina see what her neck life It's jet life to my next life You know, n***a, you know I've been busy stackin that cake 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 talk about nothing If they ain't talking bout money n***a Hold up, they know, when I load the slim, They better lay low, beein a clip pop up like egos And they bars down fror that payroll I'm all about that cedar, paper jack alfredo You won't see maniana, coming short on my pesos Now bad b**hes I take those, aj beats I slay those Lungs full of that k**a, k**a, I'm on fire like rico I drop bombs all on the track, they can't handle my payload It's mangle baby I'm in beast mode, I only go by the g code I keep I true with my people, I'm on life is how they equal I'm on another level, from these n***as know I can't see you Stop worryin bout what we do, these lame n***as so see through Got a little o, they done made some change Now all a sudden you g too I don't think so, you still a lame oh You gets no love, that's how the game go I remain o, g for sure, no l's but who keepin score Cushed out and I'm sitting low, stackin grams, mackin hoes Talking sh** to a n***a like me If you ain't speakin bout that dough, n***a [Hook] You know, n***a, you know I'm tryina see what her neck life It's jet life to my next life You know, n***a, you know I've been busy stackin that cake 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 talk about nothing If they ain't talking bout money n***a.