Letras
Hands in the front, ho in the back
My shit so good they probably tell me that I made a stack
Toppin' bricks on top of bricks
Layin' sticks, I'm off the shit, bitch
You don't even know my name, you claim to know the game
Bitch, I slaughter
Got your daughter
Step the fuck back, I know you want her, now I got her
I'm on some childish shit, you niggas think I'm really playin'
I roll up to the function mad as fuck, I'm Super Saiyan
Man, you know damn well I play straight with the commas
I wanna eat good, nigga, catch me at your momma's
Weird as fuck, you catch me in Dubai on a fuckin' llama
Hot as fuck, you find me posted in a motherfuckin' sauna
Never see me in your city, man, I straight hop over borders
Gun sacks in my closet, man, I straight link with the hoarders
Don't call us
I'm always gettin' paid, nigga
Don't tell me that you never gettin' played, nigga
Nigga, nigga
Know 'bout me
Know 'bout me, niggas know 'bout me
Know 'bout me
Know 'bout me, niggas know 'bout me, yeah
Fake bitches say they really know 'bout me
Forget a fuckin' lyric, man, that's all I gotta see
Get your motherfuckin' hands off me
Try to prove me wrong, I say you gotta fuckin' leave
Never see
I was born and raised in the damn igloo
Dumb bitches really think that's a damn issue
Night mode up, blacked out, like a shadow in the night
Sayin' that I'm always right, yeah
Know 'bout me
Know 'bout me, niggas know 'bout me
Know 'bout me
Know 'bout me, niggas know 'bout me, yeah