Know Something lyrics

[Intro: Lil Herb]
(Gang!)
Aye, Bibby, what up bro man
150 Roc Block sh*t man, L's
n*ggas don't want smoke man
These n*ggas don’t want no smoke man
You want smoke man, let us know something
Vito city sh*t, b*tch

[Hook: Lil Bibby]
I be with some young wild n*ggas, they’ll blow somethin'
If you want smoke boy, let a n*gga know somethin'
pus*y ass n*ggas talking sh*t, ain’t on nothin'
f*ck n*ggas sneak dissin, let a n*gga know somethin'
Let a n*gga know somethin', let a n*gga know somethin'
If you want smoke boy let a n*gga know somethin'
Let a n*gga know somethin', let a n*gga know somethin'
If you want smoke boy let a n*gga know somethin'

[Verse 1: Lil Herb]
I be with some young wild n*ggas, smoking loud, n*gga
Mally got that .40 cal with him, blow you down, n*gga
I come to the block and post up
I don’t be up in the hood just to put no post up for my Instagram
I see n*ggas putting posts up on they Instagram
Like you n*ggas really on something, them lil instabands
If you want smoke let me know something, we attend to that
Pull up right there where you post up, we remember that
4-5 double barrels, boy we got long noses
Let his homies know to send his mama all roses
Sipping the 4, ACT make me fall over
Run up on me pus*y, clap, now it's all over
n*gga I be spendin' racks, turn em all over
Ball till you fall, n*gga what you fall over?
If I ever fall, n*gga, I'mma ball over
Started from the bottom, I’ll do it all over
n*gga I be fresh as f*ck, Louie all over
All white Ones, n*gga, I don't like loafers
Squad hit the club, buying all white Rosé's
Throwing bands, gettin' mud on the all white sofas
Want war? 50 clip for all ya'll soldiers
n*ggas b*tches taking group pictures, all ya'll posers
Young n*gga couple chains, all 'em frozen
Couple hits out the foreign cars, all 'em stolen
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Lil Bibby]
You sneak dissin' like a ho or something
Have my young n*ggas show 'em something
Headshot, I'll throw 'em something
I’mma make sure he know it's comin'
And my squad won’t go for nothin'
If it’s beef let me know or somethin'
If I’m lacking then blow or somethin'
Catch Bibby at the store or somethin'
Bro came out the coat with somethin'
f*ck rap homie, I’m in the trap, homie
Work came in put my tax on it, real sh*t, I ain’t gotta act, homie
Feds come through, I'm running out the back, homie
Couple hollows to the back homie
That's what you get running from the mack, homie
Turn nothin' into somethin', got a young n*gga stuntin'
We ain’t worried bout nothing, cause we strapped, homie
Hut one hut two, hittas on point, they ready to slump you
n*ggas all quiet, when my squad come through
Brand new Glock let’s see what the gun do
Them checks I thumb thru, I be flexed up, these n*ggas can’t take it
Ain’t about money, then a n*gga can’t make it
f*ck her from the back and her head was whack
I pass her to Pat, the b*tch is so basic
Hoes go crazy when they see Lil Bibby
Young ass n*gga, got the keys to the city
Me and lil' bro just speedin' in the Hemi
In the club squad getting off the weed and the Remy
If you want beef then let a n*gga know
Subtweeting, why you won't at a n*gga for?
You try to tell Bibby, just let this sh*t go
Till' we show up with them K's then we at a n*gga door
[Hook]