Ya Tu Sabes lyrics

[Intro]
(FBeat go crazy)
FBeat go crazy
Hmm, hey
Fenix Flexin
(FBeat producing all the heat)
n*gga
Ayy, ayy
b*tch
Huh

[Chorus]
Oye coño, ya tu sabes (Ayy)
Bounce out with the Glock, we'll do a n*gga grave (Buh, buh)
I need the code to the safe, I need the clave (The clave)
I been really gettin' busy, on my madre (On my mama)
Big chops, big Glocks, we with all that (Brrt)
We ain't aiming for no legs, we on ball caps (Buh, buh)
Your b*tch chose, she with a joint, n*gga, fall back (She with a joint)
We ain't worried 'bout no beef, boy, we all strapped (We ain't worried 'bout it)

[Verse 1]
She gon' do it on the 'Gram, what about the— ooh? (She gon' do it)
n*gga, ain't no second guessin', better pop your tool (Ayy, ayy)
Real n*gga, on my mama, ain't a lot to prove (n*gga)
Why you actin' like a stepper when you not that dude?
Prada runners or the Louis, boy, I can't call it (Boy, I can't call it)
Free my n*ggas sittin' in that county jail callin' (Free the homies)
Yeah, I fell off for a minute, but I'm back ballin' (Yeah, I'm back, b*tch)
Better come and get your b*tch, boy, she back on it (Yeah, she back, b*tch)
He said what? Squabble who? Drop them racks on him (Drop them racks on him)
You ever ran up on a n*gga, put your slap on him? (Frrt)
You ever put up to the blade to get your racks on it? (Blade, n*gga)
Real spill, you know the deal, I'm just fact-talking (I'm just fact-talking)
I won't let you hit my cup like you backwashing (Ugh)
But hell nah, boy, this just some Quagen (Ah, ah)
Smoke a 'Wood, pop a— yeah, I think I'm levitating (Think I'm floating)
Lil' mami talking like she bad, but she hella basic (She hella basic)
To keep it real, he ain't that and he need to face it (Woah)
Walk a n*gga down, b*tch, I think I'm Jason (Walk him down)
YG, that's my dog, he a sharpshooter (He a sharpshooter)
She done f*cked so many tricks, she got a large cooter (b*tch)
If you ain't came with us, you can't hang with us (You can't hang with us)
Drug dealers, gang members, I brought gang with us (Brought gang with us)
You ain't even gotta ask, you know it's flame with us (We got pole on us)
Them n*ggas aimed, they shot and missed, but they ain't get us (Fah, fah)
[Chorus]
Oye coño, ya tu sabes (Ayy)
Bounce out with the Glock, we'll do a n*gga grave (Buh, buh)
I need the code to the safe, I need the clave (The clave)
I been really gettin' busy, on my madre (On my mama)
Big chops, big Glocks, we with all that (Brrt)
We ain't aiming for no legs, we on ball caps (Buh, buh)
Your b*tch chose, she with a joint, n*gga, fall back (She with a joint)
We ain't worried 'bout no beef, boy, we all strapped (We ain't worried 'bout it)

[Verse 2]
Oh, yeah, mami, manda mi diñero (Oh, yeah, mami)
I told her I'm a joint, yo habla lo que quiero
Walk a n*gga down, hit him with the fierro (Fah, fah)
I just popped another 30, b*tch, I'm on another level (I'm another level)
I was grinding all my life just to get a bezel (Just to get a bezel)
If she ain't diggin' what I'm saying, better get a shovel (Get a shovel)
b*tch, you know a n*gga cleaner than some Lysol (Than some Lysol)
It's 2023, I'm blowing chop, I ain't gon' fight y'all (Fah, fah)
Know fades are for friends, we got choppers for enemies (Uh)
I be popping Wock' pints, I ain't fond of no Hennessy (n*gga)
Yeah, they know I got the sauce, they trying to copy the recipe (Ayy)
b*tches stressin' me, my n*gga bangin', rollin' like ecstasy (Ayy)
Glock 10, new gen, clip long as a centipede
He be beatin' on his b*tch, but he don't wap at the enemies (Nerd)
Why these n*ggas always talkin' what they ain't? (Uh)
I be doing what they can't, I'm walking in and out the bank, n*gga
I've been searching for the love or for the hate
I've been battling with snakes, tryna go and make a way, n*gga
I'm hanging with the robbers and the pain-givers
Real steppers, we'll leave a n*gga brain missing
But that's a different topic
Ain't gon' mention how we had they homies pop-locking
You ain't the same, lil' n*gga, you don't feed the family
If you don't put on for the cause, you don't understand me
[Outro]
Ayy, huh
Y'all n*ggas know what's going on, man
Fenix Flexin, n*gga
Whole lot of it
Mr. Knock a b*tch in a Shocker Fit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Oh, yeah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
n*gga, huh
b*tch
(FBeat go crazy)
(FBeat producing all the heat)