Know what the f*ck going on GAWD nigga
They know that, ain't no cut on my fact and I show that
I punch on the gas I won't stop till I pop and I tunneled my vision like Kodak
Like Kodak
Like Kodak
Yeah I stuff I the gas and blow that
Her ass kind of fat Imma poke that
Her ass kind of fat Imma poke that
Everything changing everybody notice me
Them ones from them days yeah they know this me
I stayed in my lane you aint rode with me
I won't entertain no public beef
They gone bust yo brain you want smoke with me
BOOM
Lets get it nigga
I can supply the set with them missles nigga
Tried to dip he got wet they won't miss you nigga
Boy I'm focused don't flex I stack Benjis nigga
You gone spend that lil check on them bitches nigga
Everything with a purpose better listen nigga
Good with that plotting lay on billions nigga
Triple the profit no religion nigga
Don't need no topic I'm the realest nigga
Don't go in my pocket in yo bitches nigga
ANNNNNNNND
They know that, ain't no cut on my fact and I show that
I punch on the gas I won't stop till I pop and I tunneled my vision like Kodak
Like Kodak
Like Kodak
Yeah I stuff I the gas and blow that
Her ass kind of fat Imma poke that
Her ass kind of fat Imma poke that
LONG LIVE PLUUUUUUUUUG
That shit f*ck me up man it came out of nowhere
Cannot cry long the dawg need a 4-Way
The Homie need half
The Opp wanna a bag
Gone serve him the swag he get buck thats his ass
Go lay in that cut till he pop bust his ass
Get rid of that trip Imma give you some cash
These youngins want hit for a shirt
My face out here get yo ass murked
I'm gone put all my problems in dirt
Only took me this long kuz I'm worst
Boy this me I don't need to rehearse
Hit that beat then I vibe on a verse
I can't die man I think that I'm cursed
I can't die man I think that I'm cursed
Damn.... yeah
They know that, ain't no cut on my fact and I show that
I punch on the gas I won't stop till I pop and I tunneled my vision like Kodak
Like Kodak
Like Kodak
Yeah I stuff I the gas and blow that
Her ass kind of fat Imma poke that
Her ass kind of fat Imma poke that
Yeah
Its wild as f*ck how easy this shit is
T.G. Kay - Know That Lyrics
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Know what the f*ck going on GAWD nigga
They know that, ain't no cut on my fact and I show that
I punch on the gas I won't stop till I pop and I tunneled my vision like Kodak
Like Kodak
Like Kodak
Yeah I stuff I the gas and blow that
Her ass kind of fat Imma poke that
Her ass kind of fat Imma poke that
Everything changing everybody notice me
Them ones from them days yeah they know this me
I stayed in my lane you aint rode with me
I won't entertain no public beef
They gone bust yo brain you want smoke with me
BOOM
Lets get it nigga
I can supply the set with them missles nigga
Tried to dip he got wet they won't miss you nigga
Boy I'm focused don't flex I stack Benjis nigga
You gone spend that lil check on them bitches nigga
Everything with a purpose better listen nigga
Good with that plotting lay on billions nigga
Triple the profit no religion nigga
Don't need no topic I'm the realest nigga
Don't go in my pocket in yo bitches nigga
ANNNNNNNND
They know that, ain't no cut on my fact and I show that
I punch on the gas I won't stop till I pop and I tunneled my vision like Kodak
Like Kodak
Like Kodak
Yeah I stuff I the gas and blow that
Her ass kind of fat Imma poke that
Her ass kind of fat Imma poke that
LONG LIVE PLUUUUUUUUUG
That shit f*ck me up man it came out of nowhere
Cannot cry long the dawg need a 4-Way
The Homie need half
The Opp wanna a bag
Gone serve him the swag he get buck thats his ass
Go lay in that cut till he pop bust his ass
Get rid of that trip Imma give you some cash
These youngins want hit for a shirt
My face out here get yo ass murked
I'm gone put all my problems in dirt
Only took me this long kuz I'm worst
Boy this me I don't need to rehearse
Hit that beat then I vibe on a verse
I can't die man I think that I'm cursed
I can't die man I think that I'm cursed
Damn.... yeah
They know that, ain't no cut on my fact and I show that
I punch on the gas I won't stop till I pop and I tunneled my vision like Kodak
Like Kodak
Like Kodak
Yeah I stuff I the gas and blow that
Her ass kind of fat Imma poke that
Her ass kind of fat Imma poke that
Yeah
Its wild as f*ck how easy this shit is
They know that, ain't no cut on my fact and I show that
I punch on the gas I won't stop till I pop and I tunneled my vision like Kodak
Like Kodak
Like Kodak
Yeah I stuff I the gas and blow that
Her ass kind of fat Imma poke that
Her ass kind of fat Imma poke that
Everything changing everybody notice me
Them ones from them days yeah they know this me
I stayed in my lane you aint rode with me
I won't entertain no public beef
They gone bust yo brain you want smoke with me
BOOM
Lets get it nigga
I can supply the set with them missles nigga
Tried to dip he got wet they won't miss you nigga
Boy I'm focused don't flex I stack Benjis nigga
You gone spend that lil check on them bitches nigga
Everything with a purpose better listen nigga
Good with that plotting lay on billions nigga
Triple the profit no religion nigga
Don't need no topic I'm the realest nigga
Don't go in my pocket in yo bitches nigga
ANNNNNNNND
They know that, ain't no cut on my fact and I show that
I punch on the gas I won't stop till I pop and I tunneled my vision like Kodak
Like Kodak
Like Kodak
Yeah I stuff I the gas and blow that
Her ass kind of fat Imma poke that
Her ass kind of fat Imma poke that
LONG LIVE PLUUUUUUUUUG
That shit f*ck me up man it came out of nowhere
Cannot cry long the dawg need a 4-Way
The Homie need half
The Opp wanna a bag
Gone serve him the swag he get buck thats his ass
Go lay in that cut till he pop bust his ass
Get rid of that trip Imma give you some cash
These youngins want hit for a shirt
My face out here get yo ass murked
I'm gone put all my problems in dirt
Only took me this long kuz I'm worst
Boy this me I don't need to rehearse
Hit that beat then I vibe on a verse
I can't die man I think that I'm cursed
I can't die man I think that I'm cursed
Damn.... yeah
They know that, ain't no cut on my fact and I show that
I punch on the gas I won't stop till I pop and I tunneled my vision like Kodak
Like Kodak
Like Kodak
Yeah I stuff I the gas and blow that
Her ass kind of fat Imma poke that
Her ass kind of fat Imma poke that
Yeah
Its wild as f*ck how easy this shit is
Writer: Kellen Priester
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