Know Me

All these **** nosey

They just wanna know me

Tell 'em get their money up

We don't fuck wit brokies

Catch me widda bad bitch

Driving down Sloane Street

Or I'm in da trenches

Cooling wit da broskis

If we got a problem

Tell 'em come and phone me

I ain't wit da internet

Leave dat to da phonies

I just want a bigger cheque

Split it wit da homies

All black like a silhouette

When I'm on my lonely

All black tracksuit

Dat's when I'm in grind mode

Familiar wit dis pack

I could bag it with my eyes closed

Mains all hot

So I'm cutting down a side road

Getting all dis weight gone

We ain't doin' lipo

Shawty said she loves me

Must have been a typo

Calm over text, but I fuck her like a psycho

She roll me up a spliff that can knock out a rhino

10/10 Cali buds

Purple like Milo

Orange like a tangerine

The taste is a mazzaleen

Way before I ever hit a dot

I was banging deets

Back when it was CC

Load up a CC

Now I grab da riri

Work comes TT

I know that they envy

They just wanna be me

I know that she loves me

I don't want a Kiki

I just want a hunnit thou

Invest, repeat

They can tell we love it now

But it weren't easy

All these **** nosey

They just wanna know me

Tell 'em get their money up

We don't fuck wit brokies

Catch me widda bad bitch

Driving down Sloane Street

Or I'm in da trenches

Cooling wit da broskis

If we got a problem

Tell 'em come and phone me

I ain't wit da internet

Leave dat to da phonies

I just want a bigger cheque

Split it wit da homies

All black like a silhouette

When I'm on my lonely

Ah, yo

They don't know me like they think they do

The realist better pop up in your thoughts when you think of Boost

Play with me, that be quickest way to hit the news

I dealt with big grub, my g, this ain't no finger food

Word, I turn the re-up to residuals

Ah, they gon' have to diss me when I'm gone

Cah they fear me in the physical

See da suckers keep the talk to a minimal

I ain't the one you wan ridicule

I'll let a whole clip riddle you

Twist your body up

You see I was outside when you was still picking dollies up

I'm all gangsta, they're bubblegum and lollipop

Pass the barrel and I'll show you how to lock n' stock

Got this bad one creaming like a Body Shop

Make her feel it in her belly like a stomach shot

And when they say I ain't the one tell 'em knock it off

It's all real!

All these **** nosey

They just wanna know me

Tell 'em get their money up

We don't fuck wit brokies

Catch me widda bad bitch

Driving down Sloane Street

Or I'm in da trenches

Cooling wit da broskis

If we got a problem

Tell 'em come and phone me

I ain't wit da internet

Leave dat to da phonies

I just want a bigger cheque

Split it wit da homies

All black like a silhouette

When I'm on my lonely