You Know It lyrics

[Intro]
Whoa, Whoa
The Pushers
Yeah

[Verse 1: Stevie Stone]
Came out the room fresh
Dancin', diamonds on my neck
Middle finger to my ex
b*tch just tryna get a check
Saint Laurent on my body
Bubba got me feelin' godly
Robbie wit me, got the tommy
He'll make you do the Ricky Bobby
You was talkin' sh*t, she was on my di*k
Mad I got the b*tch, got up out the b*tch
Now I got you sick, came up out the b*tch
Rainin' on the wrist, damn it's obvious
All my n*ggas ready, bang
Kickin' ass and takin' names
Hit you with the yoga flame
These n*ggas thinkin' it's a game

[Bridge: Stevie Stone]
Whoa, all you do is hate, all you do is hate
Whoa, all you do is hate, all you do is hate