Yeah You Know(YYK)

Gotta family to grind for, gotta stay focused on bro Run up commas yea u know, got my conceal yea u know So u know I got dat blowa So dont fuck wit me yeah you know Gotta family to grind for I'm legendary yea u know got them 30's yea Fuego tippy toein wit tha 44, smoking dope gettin real stoned Stackin chedda fuck these hoes countin my paper dont get bored Got finer things u cant afford hit you like a tornado twist and turn Till you nomo get and gone just like a ghost bitch I'm marley for the most fear me bitch you stupid hoe So dont fuck wit me yea you know Gotta family to grind for, gotta stay focused on bro Run up commas yea u know, got my conceal yea u know So u know I got dat blow So dont fuck wit me yea you know Family on my mind, I stay up on my grind these fake ass Niggaz dont wont me to Shine So what uma fukin blindem takem off course wit this fukin shining Bright lane Is wat I'm driving throwing up the duce While I'm ridin pass'em, flossin flexin freshin and handsome Ina the rearview lookin sour pussy nigga u a coward slice yo throat Then u gone vanish omg where is my manners tell his mom That he has vanished helpin her like oh wat happen She like oh god da devil has gotem jesus help me help me find him Bright lane Is wat I'm driving throwing up the duce While I'm ridin pass'em, flossin flexin freshin and handsome Gotta family to grind for, gotta stay focused on bro Run up commas yea u know, got my conceal yea u know So u know I got dat blow So dont fuck wit me yea you know