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buk & dawreck - they know wassup lyrics

[verse 1: dawreck]
all i spit is classic, my flow so d+mn schizophrenic
complicated, intricate, it’s insane when i straight get to spazzin’
is it magic? macgyver spittin’ fire like it’s a dragon
kickin’ asses for hire, we’ll toe tag ’em to get the cabbage
stretchin’ ’em out like elastic, guessin’ plastic was in his fabric
movin’ slow as molasses, speedin’ past ’em to get the bag
and sh+t is scandalous but i don’t care ’cause i’m from a different planet
come in your party, drop a f+ckin’ body and instagram it
get it d+mn it, listen dummy, this is damage, get a bandage
’cause i don’t give a f+ck ’bout your disadvantage
this is for you and any of your crew, watch them n+ggas scatter
they talkin’ sh+t, gettin’ big+headed, don’t get it splattered
and f+ck all that chitter chatter, blasé blasé, skip the rambling
get it crackin’ if it’s action they want then don’t dilly dally
it can happen right now, i promise, no problem
i’mma put my little hitters on him and i have ’em rackin’ in their robbins
i got that dope, shout out my n+ggas that be constantly coppin’
n+gga push that coke, why the f+ck a n+gga want to be out here
constantly starvin’, n0body want to be broke, show me who colder
b+tch, i spit that ebola, got that fresh off the boat
yola for ya, no baking soda, they know what’s up

[chorus]
they might act like they don’t, but they do, they know what’s up
they might act like they don’t, but they do, they know what’s up
they might act like they don’t, but they do, they know what’s up
them n+ggas know what’s up

[verse 2: buk]
all i spit is magma, hot fire, dylan, the cadavers pile up
i pile on more madness, what hip hop need right now
i write up a catastrophe slash ass whippin’ slash a d+mn lashin’
for the b+st+rds that’s lookin’ but don’t see what i see right now
i can only hear certain sh+t, mostly the money what they workin’ with
none of these n+ggas don’t want no trouble
despite all their words and sh+t
doubt it’ll ever get through to them
i remain connected, signals and bars
clear perspective, p. miller, no limit with ours
exquisite, bizzare
what me and dawreck are doin’ here is reintroducin’ you
to the reason to reach for computers and cl!ck on them links in the future
reasonably, it’s just like floatin’ and breathin’ and blinkin’ inside of the ink pen
livin’ in a song, ain’t no thinkin’, this what i do bruh
season for lyrics, to some degree and to some extent
it’s just something a little bit different
salute the accomplishment
to the people that understand all the ignit sh+t i’mma spit
and this some of that drama ward, triple dark, psychodrama sh+t
’bout them commas predominantly
winter, fall, spring and summer sh+t
headed my way with that bs
your f+ckin’ head is what i’mma split
and i promise this dominance to remain forever without dumbin’ sh+t down for these dummies that’s dumb as sh+t
this that number you son+of+b+tch
they know what’s up

- buk dawreck lyrics

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