Who You Know? ft. Moni Tre' Lyrics

Who you know 'round this bitch

That be icy like me

It ain't no logo on the shirt

But this a pricy white tee

Couple bands on the fit

Just to fuck wit my mans

Stepped out in some Rick owens

But you thought they was Vans

Who you know 'round this bitch

Bout as solid as me

Talk crazy on the mic

And really bout it like me

I might come with a baddie

And just stay lowkey

Or I might come and take yours

And have her leavin with me

Who you know 'round this bitch

Turn up when he want

Hate a nigga that say he wanna cop

And he don't

Get for real

I ain't gone lie

We on our way to a deal

Marathon not a race

I'ma be first to a mill

Why a nigga gotta drop

And still smoke when I want?

I'm D baby girl

I finesse what I want

And I do what I want

I'm a boss baby, not the movie

This shit really life

I just had a threesome with a groupie

I'm Miami, top down with some baddies

Got em on the roof giving out direction

Fuck a navi

ChoBeezy you a fool

Scratched the Beamer out in Cali

We ain't tripping cause we havin

Niggas tripping cause they lackin

Shit gang

Idk cuz idk a mothafucka

Who be talking like this

Look at this shit on my wrist

I done hit his main bitch

So I know doggy pissed

Blue foreigns, orange laces

Like I play for the Knicks

Play with bows like St. Nick

But most my niggas legit

And tell them hating ass niggas

Get the fuck off my dick

We dem ones

Ask yo bitch and she a tell you wassup

And she tell you why she hit us up

When she wanna have fun

Who you know 'round this bitch

That go crazy like us

Who you know 'round this bitch

Touchin pape like us

Who you know 'round this bitch

In them whips turnin up

Who you know you 'round this bitch

Nigga ion give a fuck

Who you round this bitch

Get it in like me

Hitting friends like me

Got a pen like me

Who you know

Pop up on the scene like me

So clean like me

Flow mean like me

Who you know been down to they last

Ain't say shit to a soul, popped up with a bag

Hit the mall poppin tags

Shooting bows to the Sag

I'm only all ears if a nigga talking cash

Get off yo ass, get a bag

I ain't gone lie

I get a rush

In the whip cuttin up

Arm hangin out the window

And I got the 40 tucked

Shawty like lil niggas

So we might not get along

But ima fuck her good

And talk about it in my song

Y'all niggas know y'all dead wrong

Flashin the same stack

New play, new pape

Man we ain't even gotta act

I should fuck around a drop

Just to piss these niggas off

Real bosses don't tussle

They get just niggas offed

All my niggas getting off

We downtown in a loft

Bitches came with they clothes on

But they coming off

We got ones in the air

Other money on the flo

Never sit in one spot

Nigga I be on the go

Real shit all I know

Nigga ask yo hoe about me

Nigga claiming that he up

Trying to get a bow up off me

I ain't fronting no nigga

Cause these niggas they be frontin

Play me for a couple dollas

Be then blew that boy for nothin

Who you know 'round this bitch

Shoot his moves then he lay low

Trying to blow

Like Boston George and Diego

I'm turnt up in the club

'Specially when I'm off the nejo

And I'm smokin Cali bud

While y'all niggas smokin reggos