Niggas Know (feat. Zavö)

Hey gang, I done had enough of you bitches, niggas you still ain't pop shit And if we slidin' through your block, you're swingin' with the mob stick Go ahead and carve us out, set the picture, you throwin' bullets just like Brady And these niggas never catch the pass, they actin' shady If they try to spin and do shit, you know we rockin' out We caught that nigga at work, he tried to slide, now he clockin' out Tried to box me in, but I ain't goin, I was backin' out He said, so that's my name, but I was on my ass, I'm back now These niggas never slide, and yeah, they gang don't be on shit Yeah, my niggas got some loose screws, pop, pop, and now he hit And now he hit, my niggas shootin, yeah, they really dangerous Got that Beam 30 clip, nigga, we gon' paint with this Yeah, we gon' paint with this, these niggas steady cappin Yeah, we come on your block, you ain't have your pole, yeah, you steady lackin These niggas be some hoes, they do shit in the fucker field You know my niggas steady slidin, yeah, you know about what we is, huh These niggas know what it is, yeah, they know about what we do And you keep dissin' on the gang, that two shots, yeah, I up for you They be playin' hid n seek, but I'm tryin' to play peek-a-boo They say, you hang with the niggas, I'm like, yeah, you know what we do Hey, I'm tryin' to get rich, I'm tryin' to get money, I'm tryin' to up the view My niggas be tweakin, you know they be giggin, yeah, they tryin' to pop a blue And you keep pullin' my niggas, we up in the guns, we sendin' shots at you My niggas be high as f*ck, we just smokin' on, that is fuckin' you Niggas hoes, in it shows, hit they ass up with Dracos I'm just focused on my dough, nigga, go get you some goals Before we have to break your nose All my niggas on go, yeah, we done a clip I pull up on a nigga, black ain't talkin, bitch, let it rip Them niggas talkin' bout some beefin, but it's bout a bitch My pocket's full of fuckin' blues, but I ain't fuckin' grip Niggas talkin' bout trappin, but I ain't trappin, bitch, ain't flippin' zips I walk through your hood, you ain't do shit, it's about hunnid flicks Baby bottle in my hand, don't ask what I sip I know your lil' bitch a fan, I got her in my clips I just switched my fits, nigga, I'm pissed, you know I'm the shit And Brody put a beam up on his Glock, I bet his ass gon' miss She said she a throw girl, but chokin' on my tip I can't f*ck around with broke hoes, lil' bitch, I'm not a trick I'm not a trick