Letra de U Know Dat (Remix) - VonOff1700

(Feat. G Herbo)

(Gang shit, nigga, you know that)

(Ayy, lil' bro, fuck these niggas, man, gang, gang) Alright

(You know niggas gon' dick ride, they still dick ridin', been dick ridin')

Free my hood, nigga, fuck your hood, nigga (We got the opps dick ridin', but we ain't even trippin', we still on bullshit)

I'm still on the Ave where it's all good, nigga

Okay, come on

One of the opps just died (His dumb ass), we finna dig his ass up and kill him again (Shit, you know that)

That nigga survivin' nines, I bet he gon' die, he get hit with this big-ass ten (You know that)

To all the opps, I hope y'all enjoyin' life 'cause most of y'all shit finna end (Y'all finna die)

Try to go hang with the opps, your ass gon' die, that's somethin' I don't recommend (Dumbass, dumbass)

The opps so goofy, they dumb ass came through spinnin' and killed an old-ass man (They slow ass)

It's finna get hot outside, can y'all pretty please post y'all block so we can come through with the fans?

Shootin' the Micro Drac' without no gloves and that bitch burned my hand (Ah, shit)

One of the opps OT, he finna come back, we killin' him soon as he land (His dumb ass)

Hit his ass all in his back, the bitch ain't die, but we changed the way he stand (We fucked him up)

I'm young and turnt, that bitch gon' suck my dick as soon as she see my pants (For real, fuck)

That nigga wasn't usin' his head, so I shot him in it, now I bet he understand (His dumb ass)

Famous just beat that body, now who want smoke? We passin' it out firsthand

Okay, we layin' the belt on the opps, you know that

12 hit the lights, don't stop, you know that

I know he don't got no motion, he broke as fuck, he keep on postin' throwbacks (You know that)

We bounced out on him, his ho ass had his gun, but his bitch ass just ain't blow back (You know that)

We hit his ass so many times, he was still movin', so I told Lil Three to go back (Okay, you know that)

The opps so gay, they ain't never in they hood, they probably somewhere with Diddy (They gay ass)

You niggas is not my opps, y'all broke as fuck, y'all can't even leave the city (The fuck?)

Lil Three told me, "Just focus on rap, everybody out west know we get busy" (We get active)

Caught him on Austin, left his dumb ass in the alley, you would think we was watchin' Disney (His dumb ass)

Yeah, I'm 'posed to be up in the stu', but I'm up in the hot spinnin' 'til I get dizzy (I'm spinnin')

It's a lot of bunk shit in the city, somebody go tell her, I wanna fuck on Sizzy (You know that)

I'm pourin' up four after four, I don't really care, it's basically fuck my kidneys

When I up this hundred, please do not dick ride 'cause you bitch-ass niggas won't with me

Okay, we layin' the belt on the opps, you know that

12 hit the lights, don't stop, you know that

I know he don't got no motion, he broke as fuck, he keep on postin' throwbacks (You know that)

We bounced out on him, his ho ass had his gun, but his bitch ass just ain't blow back (You know that)

We hit his ass so many times, he was still movin', so I told Lil Three to go back (Drench Gang, you know that)

Big G Herbo, call me big G Swerve, lil' nigga got rich off words

Rich off rappin', way before that, we was blowin', I used to be bendin' the curb (Skrrt)

Keep on scorin', they keepin' killin', I'm tourin', I'm already knowin' you heard

Dissin' lil' bro in his raps 'til foenem caught him and he got his dumb ass burnt

I took loss after loss, ain't hear me complain, not once, I'm still out here turnt

Don't give a fuck is costs, I'm stackin' up brand new money with money I earned (Yeah)

Everybody know I'm the boss, might give you the sauce with all this shit I've been learnin' (All this shit I've been learnin')

Glock .40 right on my hip, bitch toppin' me off in the whip, I can't even turn it

Empty everything out the clip, you get put in the dirt for your lip, turn your ass to a turnip (Grr)

Stretchin' whoever you with, roll an opp ho right in the river like Tina Turner

Drac' got a rubber grip, on Cap, I'll heat this bitch up like a furnace

Catch a nigga playin' his strip, make his ass a zip, now they sayin' he ain't deserve it (Fuck him)

I never cared, ain't got no feelings, my heart dark, I think it's permanent

All year long, my youngins drillin', let's play ball, we won a tournament

Bullets hot, I know the feelin', that's why I be always nervous

Shootouts on the E-way, watch them mirrors, I'll be always mergin'

2012 and '13, all December, we was out there purgin'

Take another hundred to the dealer, switch my whip, it's urgent

When I flew to L.A. like a Clipper, you was still a virgin (Lil' nigga)

Blood all on my hands and I couldn't wash that shit off with detergent

G Herbo, I be spittin' facts

Said I wasn't goin' back, somehow, I'm right back in the 'Raq

Told him get some money, he just want another hat

I'll get your block spinned right now for an ounce of crack (Lil' nigga)

Ayy, look, free my hood, nigga, fuck your hood, nigga

We'll come extort your hood, nigga (You know that)

This shit finna get crazy, man (Real crazy)

When I drop, man (Get the fuck out the way)

Y'all might as well get the fuck out my way, man, 'cause this shit finna get crazy

You niggas don't even wanna—, man, I don't know

All the opps finna die, fuck your hood

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