YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Know Like I Know lyrics

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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Know Like I Know lyrics

[Intro] Fah, shoot at a ni**a in the face behind NBA Believe that (Bah, bah, bah) You already know that be my song (Steppin' in place, ni**a) Goddamn, BJ with another one Shoutout to KP for that beat Like I know, know like I know What she say? What she say, she say "Big 4L"? Ayy, ayy, ayy, get on your ass Bboy dripping that [Verse 1] Ayy, I bet your momma be destroyed, ni**a When we send your stupid ass to God For makin' statements, choosing' sides About my beef with them lil' boys I could say I saw it, you could say I was your favorite, ni**a Better stay up in your place, b*tch fu*k around and get your face split any day, ni**a They know I'm a demon, you ain't met the devil until you seen me Yеah, I get 'em hit, we gon' kill a b*tch insidе of Neiman's for any reason I don't give a fu*k 'bout how you treat your body, give a fu*k about your cleaning I don't give a fu*k about no b*tch You could have those hoes 'cause I don't need 'em They know I step on sh*t, play around with that slime, oh I seen the blues, know you in tune, but how we knock 'em down like dominos YoungBoyLuciano, we pull on side, shoot up the car though Plenty of clips like Leonardo, them slimes go wherever I go [Chorus] I want his soul, he gon' get it (Get it) I hope you know like I know, gon' die from choosin' sides though I'm smellin' blood and I'm fiendin' (I'm fiendin', I'm fiendin') b*tch, you gon' die and I know, your momma cryin' on front row [Verse 2] ni**a better ask Blasian about me How we catch 'em bad and take his sh*t Leave 'em stripped, the police think we raped the b*tch ni**a better not play with this And my momma know I'm a demon seed, I'm into facin' sh*t Hope yo' ni**as know not be inside that car soon as that Draco hit Old pussy ass ni**a, ain't no coppin' pleas, shouldn't've said sh*t You ain't gettin' no pass, ni**a You gon' rep the same block as that b*tch, that's gon' be your ass, ni**a Who runnin', duckin' all these sticks I'm lettin' you know I ain't even serious on this b*tch, ni**a, su*k my dick I'm facin' seven years, I ain't known to shed a tear, these ni**as dyin' I be the slime, these ni**as could click up all they want, b*tch crossed that line He posted cars but ain't got more whips than as I, huh? All you hoe-ass ni**as together ain't got more millions than AI, huh? On the phone with Stunna, my five Now it's my time, while in the house, reside These ni**as feelin' lucky, claim that they thuggin' But know that be my style, scary ass ain't realer than my child Lose or win, b*tch, I'm gon' dive if no gun at my side I'm a gangsta and all that claimin' they propopsin', I bet I'll make it stop [Chorus] I want his soul, he gon' get it I hope you know like I know, gon' die from choosin' sides though I'm smellin' blood and I'm fiendin' b*tch, you gon' die and I know, your momma cryin' on front row [Verse 3] All these ni**as tryna be the biggest rapper While I'm tryna wrap 'em in a body bag With a toe tag and his last meetin' with the pastor I know a ni**a who got Instagram and Twitter still ain't tryna master How to play with and you know I play for keeps, know I'll clap you I don't give a fu*k, my ni**a, just like your friend, you'll bite the dust, ni**a ni**a, that ain't blood, you ain't ready to see some brains around the club Them ni**as scared, know they can't fu*k with us But that's the sides you run with Know my mom and all my sister and all my brothers be on dumb sh*t I'm a grown-ass man, so on the Internet, I don't post pics I'm too caught up in this thug life, I'm still hidin' from the feds list In my bed I see the interview, and my first thought, man, I said this "Whole industry don't even know me but they still wanna see my head split" [Break] Huh, these ni**as hoes, these ni**as know I know You hear me, I don't, I don't think these ni**as wanna do it, slime I'm surprised, your parents ain't telling you, you don't wanna do it, slime You heard me, these ni**as know how I get down And fu*k all these ni**as The whole industry don't like me and I don't like all them b*tches Believe that, it's gravediggin' 4KTrey, Nawfside 38 We put guns to the face, b*tch ass ni**a, who gon' die today Free DDawg, hah I don't like none of these ni**as, I don't like none of 'em I don't like, I don't like nobody b*tch ass ni**a, what you gon' do? You could fu*k all of my baby mommas, I don't like them hoes neither fu*k 'em, ni**a, fu*k 'em [Chorus] I want his soul, he gon' get it I hope you know like I know, gon' die from choosin' sides though I'm smellin' blood and I'm fiendin' b*tch, you gon' die and I know, your momma cryin' on front row [Outro] Your momma cryin' on front row, yeah I hope you know like I know Slimeto, get active