Know Like I Know lyrics

[Intro]
Fah
Shoot at a n*gga in the face behind NBA
Believe that (Bah, bah, bah)
You already know that be my song (Steppin' in place, n*gga)
Goddamn, BJ with another one
Shoutout to KP for that beat
Like I know, know like I know
What she say? What she say, she say "Big 4L"? (Lil Top)
Ayy, ayy, I ain't even finna get on your ass
Bboy dripping that

[Verse 1]
I bet your mama be destroyed, n*gga
When we send your stupid ass to God
For makin' statements, choosin' sides
About my beef with them lil' boys
I could say I saw it, you could say I was your favorite, n*gga
Better stay up in your place, b*tch
f*ck around and get your face split any day, n*gga (Bah, bah, bah)
They know I'm a demon, you ain't met the Dеvil until you seen me
Yeah, I get 'еm hit, we gon' kill a b*tch inside of Neiman's for any reason
I don't give a f*ck 'bout how you treat your body, give a f*ck about your cleanin'
I don't give a f*ck about no b*tch
You could have those hoes 'cause I don't need 'em
They know I step on sh*t, play around with that slime, oh
I seen the blues, know you in tune, but how we knock 'em down like dominos
YoungBoy Luciano, we pull on side, shoot up the car though
Plenty of clips like Leonardo, them slimes go wherever I go
[Chorus]
I want his soul, he gon' get it (Get it)
I hope you know like I know, gon' die from choosin' sides though
I'm smellin' blood and I'm fiendin' (I'm fiendin', I'm fiendin')
b*tch, you gon' die and I know, your mama cryin' on front row

[Verse 2]
n*gga better ask Blasian about me
How we catch 'em bad and take his sh*t
Leave 'em stripped, the police think we raped the b*tch
n*gga better not play with this
And my mama know I'm a demon seed, I'm into facin' sh*t (b*tch)
Hope yo' n*ggas know not be inside that car soon as that Draco hit
Ol' pus*y ass n*gga, ain't no coppin' pleas, shouldn't've said sh*t
You ain't gettin' no pass, n*gga (Nah)
You gon' rep the same block as that b*tch, that's gon' be your ass, n*gga
Who runnin', duckin' all these sticks
I'm lettin' you know I ain't even serious on this b*tch, n*gga, suck my di*k
I'm facin' seven years, I ain't known to shed a tear, these n*ggas dyin'
I be the slime, these n*ggas could clique up all they want, b*tch crossed that line
He postin' cars but ain't got more whips than as I, huh?
All you hoe-ass n*ggas together ain't got more millions than AI, huh?
On the phone with Stunna, my five
Now it's my time, while in the house, reside
These n*ggas feelin' lucky, claim that they thuggin'
But know that be my style, scary ass ain't realer than my child
Lose or win, b*tch, I'm gon' dive if no gun on my side
I'm a gangsta and all that claimin' they proposin', I bet I'll make it stop
[Chorus]
I want his soul, he gon' get it
I hope you know like I know, gon' die from choosin' sides though
I'm smellin' blood and I'm fiendin'
b*tch, you gon' die and I know, your mama cryin' on front row

[Verse 3]
All these n*ggas tryna be the biggest rapper
While I'm tryna wrap 'em in a body bag
With a toe tag and his last meetin' with the pastor
I know a n*gga who got Instagram and Twitter still ain't tryna master (Nah, nah, nah)
How to play with and you know I play for keeps, know I'll clap you
I don't give a f*ck, my n*gga, just like your friend, you'll bite the dust, n*gga
n*gga, you ain't blood, you ain't ready for to see some brains layin' 'round the club
Them n*ggas scared, know they can't f*ck with us
But that's the side you run with
Know my mama and all my sisters and all my brothers be on dumb sh*t
I'm a grown-ass man, so on the Internet, I don't post pics
I'm too caught up in this thug life, I'm still hidin' from the feds list
In my bed I see the interview, and my first thought, man, I said this
Whole industry don't even know me but they still wanna see my head split (What the f*ck?)

[Interlude]
Huh, these n*ggas hoes, these n*ggas know I know (n*gga, yeah)
You heard me? I don't, I don't think these n*ggas wanna do it, slime
I'm surprised, your parents ain't telling you, you don't wanna do it, slime
You heard me, these n*ggas know how I get down
Yeah, and f*ck all these n*ggas
The whole industry don't like me and I don't like all them b*tches
Believe that, it's gravediggin' 4KTrey, Northside 38 (I want his soul, he gon' get it)
We put guns to the face, b*tch ass n*gga, who gon' die today?
Free DDawg, hah
I don't like none of these n*ggas, I don't like none of 'em
I don't like, I don't like nobody
b*tch ass n*gga, what you gon' do?
You could f*ck all of my baby mama, I don't like them hoes neither
f*ck 'em, n*gga, f*ck 'em
[Chorus]
I want his soul, he gon' get it
I hope you know like I know, gon' die from choosin' sides though
I'm smellin' blood and I'm fiendin'
b*tch, you gon' die and I know, your mama cryin' on front row

[Outro]
Your mama cryin' on front row, yeah
I hope you know like I know
Slimeto, get active