Yeah I Know

(album: HOFFA - 2021)

Brand new Glock .40 on my hip
I just blew another 40 on my wrist, I'm the shit
Yeah, I know
He love her, but his shorty on my dick
Acting different, she been fucking with a crip, off the rip
Yeah, I know
Shit a little different since the trap, where you at?
Never thought I would rap, that's a fact
Yeah, I know
Just bought a bunch of guns, let's get 'em back
They ain't search me, I just walked in with the strap, ain't no cap
Yeah, I know

It's hard to recognize her, kept her face down
Don't have nothing on your body, this a shakedown
Back and forth, going out of town on the Greyhound
Tried to give her the world, she's saying she needs space now
I started out just trying to get some product
You could cut it, you could chop it, nobody know where I got it
My plug from out the city, nobody know nothing 'bout him
He ran off with that work and nobody ain't ever found him

Brand new Glock .40 on my hip
I just blew another 40 on my wrist, I'm the shit
Yeah, I know
He love her, but his shorty on my dick
Acting different, she been fucking with a crip, off the rip
Yeah, I know
Shit a little different since the trap, where you at?
Never thought I would rap, that's a fact
Yeah, I know
Just bought a bunch of guns, let's get 'em back
They ain't search me, I just walked in with the strap, ain't no cap
Yeah, I know

I was posted on the block with the demons
Couple Glocks, we ain't worried bout the opps'
We ain't leaving (Yeah, I know)
I know niggas that got shot for no reason
Wasn't beefing, it's just hot and niggas teaking so I gotta keep a pole
Bitch I grew up in the field, ain't no way around it
And if he jacking, we got static, then I'll probably rob 'em
Couple bitches on my dick that I done curved before
But since this money came, they all done turned to carnivores
If you can read between the lines, they all meat eaters
And I ain't worried about no beef, we got street sweepers
Quarter million for my tape, so I gotta chill
But I'm still swerving through them lanes like I'm off a pill

Brand new Glock .40 on my hip
I just blew another 40 on my wrist, I'm the shit
Yeah, I know
He love her, but his shorty on my dick
Acting different, she been fucking with a crip, off the rip
Yeah, I know
Shit a little different since the trap, where you at?
Never thought I would rap, that's a fact
Yeah, I know
Just bought a bunch of guns, let's get 'em back
They ain't search me, I just walked in with the strap, ain't no cap
Yeah, I know

If I can't beat that charge, fuck it
I'ma spin the yard, just me and my dawg, coming up, living hard
Never disrespect the set, I put that on God
Running up another check
I just hopped out the Benz
Nobody dropped, then we sliding again
We don't rock with opps, and we not gon' pretend
I see they get hot when we win
But they gon' hear shots if we spin

If I can't beat that charge, fuck it
I'ma spin the yard, just me and my dawg, coming up, living hard
Never disrespect the set, I put that on God
Running up another check
I just hopped out the Benz
Nobody dropped, then we sliding again
We don't rock with opps and we not gon' pretend
I see they get hot when we win
But they gon' hear shots if we spin