Knuckles lyrics

[Intro]
Huh, if it's a problem (MIA JAY C)
Why the f*ck you wouldn't let me know before I had to think about it?
Huh
Naw, boy

[Chorus]
If it's a problem, huh
Why the f*ck you wouldn't let me know before I had to think about it?
Huh, like just be honest, huh
If it ain't 'bout my people or them bucks, then I won't even up my choppper
Huh, b*tch, I'm Casada
Mmm, hmm
Keep this b*tch slappin'
Ayy

[Verse]
And don't kick it with no b*tch if she don't suck no di*k
Huh, huh, sss
Ain't talkin' to no random n*gga, it ain't 'bout no business
Huh, I want the munion
Jogging pants seven hundred, like thirty thousand in 'em
Less off an accident, I f*cked around and trapped in this
Put a brick right up in that pot, it did a backwards flip
Pressed a n*gga like where my money at? I ain't have to ask again
Huh, huh, tuh, windows five pеrcent
Bag camp tinted, ayy, huh, 'fore I ridе with blicks
Yellowskin ho, huh, huh, with a brown b*tch
Huh, brand-new 'fit, all cold out of town with it
Lil' Blood got indictment with it, I'm the hound with it
Touched down, had this white b*tch with him, she was dyin' with it
Ayy, peeped the smoke was clear, know them clouds different
Ayy, I had thanked God 'cause that bag was seventy thousand
Got it from my people, it was free
All the f*ck I had to do was get it to the V
Huh, all the f*ck you had to do was not talk to police
Huh, all a b*tch need to do is drop it to her knees
Might respect your mama, huh, but then I might not
I'm still the same n*gga with the fame, dog, the high top
Huh, baby, huh, let me pull up light, I'm your night owl
Tears runnin' down the side of your face like they eyedrops
Naw, b*tch, bool side, and now you cyclops
Ayy, I still need above Armani with the sixes
Huh, four fifteen diamonds in the trunk got me trippin', huh
Tweeters in the front like I'm drunk, ain't been sippin'
Hellcat 9 with the sign, good blicky
See that camel toe on a jukey ho, I'm gon' stick it, huh
Left wrist cost a n*gga kit, right wrist a couple bricks
With no light, this sh*t hit, reason why she let me hit
b*tch, I'm light, turn me up
Everywhere I go, I never see a n*gga that be broke
How would I even? n*ggas don't know the first thing 'bout gettin' pros
How we be tweakin'? Stay sold a n*gga head and dogged the road, n*gga, hugh
Audemars Piguet, extra rose
Sixty-somethin', seventy-gram Cuban for the hoes
Uh, thirty gram for the rocks in my earlobes
Huh, twenty-five racks apiece for my grill mode
Tell me, boy, flawless diamonds on it, done right coast
Huh, downtown, get my di*k ate up by the white ho
f*ck around and do too much spin out and hit the light pole
TRX, got that b*tch in lost mode on ice out, ugh
[Chorus]
If it's a problem, huh
Why the f*ck you wouldn't let me know before I had to think about it?
Huh, like just be honest
Huh, if it ain't 'bout my people or them bucks, then I won't even up my chopper
Huh, b*tch, I'm Casada
Mmm, hmm
Keep this b*tch slappin'
Ayy