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kid caprio - know me lyrics

(verse 1)
lately
i been feeling like the -ssh0l-
b-tches tried play me now they hate me
so its facts tho
i been going crazy
all year
in the astro
people like cool
but it’s clear we need
need them raps bro
i’m like d-mn i’m afraid of the mic
my brains jammed
it’s been too much getting faded at night
and i can’t stand
trynna get a number 1 record
hey fam
8 grand
isn’t really much
check it
i was just 19
and i was sinning on the road
not enough visine
my eyes tinted getting low
cause i smoke so much
i never fuss about the taste
homie roll that dutch
i’m finna bust another case
stay fitted and with it
chilling sitting on a oz
caught then acquitted
if i had did it
it’d be cozy
and hidden
b-tches don’t even get it
i’m a og
wait that’s forbidden
i’m just kidding
you hittas know me
at least i hope so
for my own sake
i was most dope
no scope
used to go skate
used to blow smoke
hoes choke
now the bros hate
hope they hold soap
while my boats
in a closed gate
meaning i ain’t going to jail
i’m off the weed
and sipping lean
and a corona as well
and if you seen him
you’d be thinking
d-mn g’s in the zone
b-tches is fiending off the heat
and i been needing my own
keeping the throne
b-tches don’t get it
b-tches postpone
you don’t get your clothes fitted
finna get your nose blown
if you hit the road spitting
if you really don’t know
then you’re really no critic

(bridge 1)
i’m a young scott pippen
b-tch stop tripping
hot like my glock
when the shot clock ticking
i’m ciroc sipping
now i got my drop top dipping
and i’m hotter than some popeyes chicken
sh-t knock knock kicking
drums going crazy
i don’t f-ck with ones
cause the funds never fazed me
you pull up with guns
k!ll your sons like i’m gacy
and then i’ll take your lunch
just because
sh-t is tasty
from kc to az

(chorus)
gotta say put your hands up
put some drank in your man’s cup
aye hit your dance cuh
with a j and a fanta
and them b-tches stay in a stanza
made for them bands huh
take another shot
that’s that kobe
that’s my brother guap
that’s my brodie
and i just dropped 40
b-tches gonna pop like a sody
i got sh-t on lock like i’m goldi
how could you not know me

(verse 2)
and really i be back on track
i need a milly like vanilli
that’s what i’d call strapped
and then i get 6 mo
isn’t a skitzo
but i be silly up in philly
with a baseball bat
i’m like uh
what you hoes want
what you hoes need
please keep your clothes on
can’t expose me
please peep the whole song
sh-t i guess they don’t see
i’m supposed to be the most gone
and the beat is so wrong
and i need to see the limit
i been freeing defeating them
gotta see that it’s definite
i just heated the beamer
ain’t nothing cleaner and its tinted
you can’t see him like cena
cause i’m arena represented

(bridge 2)
i’m a young chance bennett
one man senate
whats the point of cash
if you hoes can’t spend it
hanging on the flow
cause its so last minute
but i’m gold
cause you know cause my plans infinite
i’m just that winning

(chorus x2)
gotta say put your hands up
put some drank in your man’s cup
aye hit your dance cuh
with a j and a fanta
and them b-tches stay in a stanza
made for them bands huh
take another shot
that’s that kobe
that’s my brother guap
that’s my brodie
and i just dropped 40
b-tches gonna pop like a sody
i got sh-t on lock like i’m goldi
how could you not know me

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