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know me - yungboymj lyrics

[chorus]
if you talkin’ sh*t, b*tch you better keep it lowkey
ima pop the cut then ima pop out the .40
baby tryna’ f*ck but she don’t even know me
get the f*ck out my life, you was never my homie
if you talkin’ sh*t, b*tch you better keep it lowkey
ima pop the cut then ima pop out the .40
baby tryna’ f*ck but she don’t even know me
get the f*ck out my life, you was never my homie

[verse 1]
ybk the gang and we just pushing this mass
f*ckin’ with my brother, we on his ass
shawty in my crib, she gon bust down for cash
only bout to hit one ‘fore i run up the pass
2020 year, this new album got gas
it’s only me and my n*ggas, b*tch you ain’t getting pass
shawty hit me up, said “you not in my class”
mj don’t care, he’ll drop a ho fast
.223 that choppa and we came with a mask
ran in his crib lookin’ for the cash
opened the safe then i opened the bag
packed up the cash and we left in a flash
show after show, d*mn this feel like a dream
whenever i feel lonely ima pour the lean
just chasin’ these racks ain’t n0body in between
ain’t no new friends, it’s only the team
drip when i step, b*tch i stay with celine
she said she want love, the f*ck do you mean
keep her to the side, you not gettin’ diamond rings
hit her to 2 times ‘fore i pass to the team

[chorus]
if you talkin’ sh*t, b*tch you better keep it lowkey
ima pop the cut then ima pop out the .40
baby tryna’ f*ck but she don’t even know me
get the f*ck out my life, you was never my homie
if you talkin’ sh*t, b*tch you better keep it lowkey
ima pop the cut then ima pop out the .40
baby tryna’ f*ck but she don’t even know me
get the f*ck out my life, you was never my homie

[verse 2]
we strapped up with glocks, mac10s, .32s
we got all the smoke so n*gga what you tryna’ do?
shawty too bad told her “come and slide though”
kicked her ass out, nah that b*tch was just rude
me and my n*ggas, we just skippin’ state to state
performing them shows, know we stay gettin’ paid
b*tch was cappin’ on the gang sayin’ we won’t ever make it
now we up and we paid, nah b*tch, too late
just look at the board we smackin’ all opps
.223 up in that chop, they whole gang finna drop
we huntin’ down opps and we comin’ with them glocks
we not switchin’ up plans, we gon’ stick to the plot
g36 on my back and it came with the shock
went to the shop, 100k on the watch
thought it was 4th of july so i had to pop off
shawty always hit my line, she already know i’ma boss
d*mn, why you look p*ssed off
back the f*ck up ‘fore you get criss crossed
she want my baby, ‘said “b*tch, h*ll nah”
she want to break up well that’s yo fault

[chorus]
if you talkin’ sh*t, b*tch you better keep it lowkey
ima pop the cut then ima pop out the .40
baby tryna’ f*ck but she don’t even know me
get the f*ck out my life, you was never my homie
if you talkin’ sh*t, b*tch you better keep it lowkey
ima pop the cut then ima pop out the .40
baby tryna’ f*ck but she don’t even know me
get the f*ck out my life, you was never my homie

- yungboymj lyrics

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