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go yayo - gotta know that lyrics

[intro: go yayo]
hoodfame, gang
gang gang, gang
youngin, big homie, og
yeah, duckin’ big red and big blue, yeah
codeine crazy, crip crazy

[chorus: go yayo]
no time for no b-tches, lil bro tryna slam
i spend all my money on thookas and blams
what you gon’ do when we run in your trap?
take all your money, run off with the stash
go get your thooka, try to get it back
serve a n-gga hundred p’s, take it back
you know how we comin’, you know how we act
you know how we duckin’, you know we got act
you gotta know that, hey, gotta know that
gotta know that, you gotta know that
you gotta know that, gotta know that
you gotta know i’m big homie, that’s a fact
everything i do, i do it for sack
this rap sh-t don’t work, i’ma get me a stack
if i ever go broke i’ma jack, you gotta know that

[verse 1: trapboy freddy]
ever go broke then it’s back to the trap
strap in my lap with the pack in the couch
tuckin’ them grams, give the profit a drought
youngins go dumb, they prepared for the jack
serve ’em a brick and we double right back
unlock the window, we come through the back
don’t gotta search ’cause i know where it’s at
sell everything from the black to the crack
partner just called, got a play on some thrax
n0body safe, everybody gettin’ jacked
lil n-gga slippin’, tryna chase him some cash
come out the closet, three n-ggas, all black
trapboy gettin’ money, gotta know it n-gga
so much blow up in the kitchen like it’s snowin’ n-gga
say you gettin’ money, boy you gotta show me n-gga
show and tell with the bale like we grow it n-gga
fourteen grand, got a rollie watch
got the rocks on the clock, can’t tell the time
diamonds wrapped around like d-mn rocks
count it all of the gas, no shamrocks
f&n bullet leave you sh-llshocked
i was fourteen years old tryna sell rocks
now i’m tuckin’ them blocks like ham hawks
four n-ggas go dumb, don’t ever stop

[verse 2: go yayo]
yeah, and that just is something you gotta know
b-tch suck that d-ck and she gotta go
in lil vegas, trappin’ at the store
hoodfame youngin but lil b-tch i’m big homie
i run sh-t, that’s something you got know
run in your sh-t, it’s a kick door
thooka make a p-ssy n-gga tiptoe
n-gga better duck, better get low
fn bullets spit it out through his window
i just want the money, you can keep the dough
it ain’t enough cash then we take ’em both
walk up on ’em, we don’t need a scope
b-tch, we all about murder
big -ss thooka, spin his -ss in a circle
hoodfame youngin, i’m a boss, you a worker
i went from trapper to rockstar
ran out of red, we on wockhardt
thirty thousand cash in my rockstars
big -ss k, what’s a body guard
just copped the lam, it was push start
i drive that b-tch like a go-kart
get my youngin to work, he gon’ get it done
rippin’ for 21, b-tch

- go yayo lyrics

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