lil bibby – know somethin’ lyrics
[intro:]
hey bibby wuddup bro man
150 rock block sh-t man
n-gg-s want smoke man
these n-gg-s don’t want no smoke man
you want smoke man, let us know something
vito city sh-t
b-tch ah
[hook:]
i be with some young wild n-gg-s, they’ll blow something
if you want smoke boy let a n-gg- know something
p-ssy -ss n-gg-s talking sh-t, ain’t on nothing
f-ck n-gg-s sneak dissin, let a n-gg- know something
let a n-gg- know something, let a n-gg- know something
if you want smoke boy let a n-gg- know something
let a n-gg- know something, let a n-gg- know something
if you want smoke boy let a n-gg- know something
[verse 1 – lil herb:]
i be with some young wild n-gg-s smoking loud n-gg-
mally got that 40 cal with him, blow you down n-gg-
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-gg-s putting post up on they instagram
like these n-gg-s 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-ssy, clap! now its all over
n-gg- i be spendin racks turn em all over
ball till you fall, n-gg- what you fall over?
if i ever fall n-gg- i’mma ball over
started from the bottom, i’d do it all over
n-gg- i be fresh as f-ck, louie all over
all white ones n-gg- 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-gg-s b-tches taking group pictures, all yall posers
young n-gg- 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-gg-s 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-ck rap homie, i’m in the trap homie
work came in put my taxs on it
real sh-t, 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-gg- stuntin
we ain’t worried bout nothing cuz we strapped homie
hut one hut two
hittas on point, they ready to slump you
n-gg-s 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-gg-s can’t take it
ain’t about money, then a n-gg- can’t make it
f-ck from the back and her head was whack
i p-ss her the pack, the b-tch is so basic
hoes know it’s cray when they lil bibby
young -ss n-gg- 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-gg- know
subtweeting why you won’t @ a n-gg- foe
you tried to kill bibby, just let this sh-t go
til you show up in the cage then we at a n-gg- door
[hook]
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