You know i Songtext
von Veeze

(Yeah) My bad, I ain′t even mean to say that
Best rapper alive man, on the mic, man, mic check
New phone, yeah
Gang gang
Yeah


Burnin' out ain′t no option
Goin' broke ain't even my thought progress
So many damn hoes, I got a whole roster
Let go of my swag like a Eggo waffle
Puttin′ niggas stash in a baby bottle
Got all this shit, didn′t pray about it (Nah)
No haircut, but the ladies love it (Nah)
Do shit, no deal, got the labels salty
Still gun tucked, don't stare that hard
Lil′ nigga, it's a new sherriff around
Hit the bank, get a bag like Set It Off
Boy, girl got gas like Chevron
Patrollin′ the bitch like an analog
I'm shakin′ thеse bitches like Allеn I (Shakin' these bitches)
I ain't datin′, these bitches get carry out (Yeah)
Thy the street, this bitch chew me and spit me out
Coulda′ took the whole world, but I ain't even try
Girl, gang my name, but don′t wear it out
You ain't got a million dollars, then you can be quiet (Shh)
Offer one point five, they better keep bribin′
"Why you ain't drop yet?"
Man, being honest, I′m in the crib with the pints, nigga, detoxin'
Stop worryin' ′bout me, get a pee pot
I′m double C shoppin', bitch look like Kylie (I swear to God)

You know I, dress like video, fit, I ain′t care about it (You know I)
Break my heart, rappin' bout trap, he ain′t pack no heroine
Hit her on my lap, got her fuckin' up lip gloss
Man, I got ′Tecs, I'm built with this shit
Niggas ain't me, they just make a lot of diss songs
Bitch want a pic with the 7 Mile Chris Brown
You know I, get fresh as hell, I ain′t even gotta go out
I know I, ′posed to save Hip-Hop, but I don't really got time
You know I, ayy girl, you know I, yeah


You know I, dog ′em, love 'em, fuck ′em, leave 'em
Boy, I don′t fuckin' need 'em
Check out my Denim, ain′t seen it boy, I′m ahead of season
New hunnids in that Goy-eezy, makin' married bitches cheatin′
I know fed agents gon' see me
I got on bright moncleezy (Frrt, frrt, frrt)
I smoke bubble, ain′t no sticks, fam (Yeah)
Prolly 'cause he study all my songs we sound similar
Allergic to these broke ass niggas, sippin′ syrup like Benadryl
Fed him Percs, it got him fightin' demons, he ain't did a cure
She is not a bad bitch, every pic, she call an editor
I am not no trick, I put a gold digger in the back of hearse
Said she wanted a sex day with the kid, she gotta neck me first
Said I did her worse than her ex, bitch, my last name Worst

Yeah, You know I
Yeah, what you say Ree?
You know I, haha, I need to get on there
You know I, dress like video, fit, I ain′t care about it
Break my heart, rappin′ bout trap, he ain't pack no heroine