Gotta Know

专辑：HOW TF IS THIS A MIXTAPE?

作词 : Jonathan Lyndale Kirk/Ernest Brown/Micaela Moore/Armando Mejia Hernandez

作曲 : Jonathan Lyndale Kirk/Ernest Brown/Micaela Moore/Armando Mejia Hernandez

I don't like bitch ass **** who come around hatin' 'cause that shit weak (Yeah)

Talkin' ain't gon' buy you nothin', if it ain't no paper, then that shit cheap (Let's do it)

I'm the type to show one of these ****, he ain't who he think he is, a **** sweet (Yeah)

I'm the step-daddy that don't really like it, I'm belt to their ass with the beat (****)

Do my lil' dance, Glock on my waist, I'm one of them, not finna play

I like a bitch that don't **** wit' you ****, she want you **** get out of her face

Deebo that ****, he got in his place, cheat on that ****, can't handle his bae

She will come here for the man in the way, I got that yeah in my hand every day

At the red light with my hand on the Drac', it is what it is like Cam'ron and Mase

Her attitude givin' that she really don't **** wit' you ****, baby girl damn near is gay

Cybertruck outside standing in the way, poppin' my shit with my fans

I be out this bitch poppin' my shit with my fans, I appreciate them like I'm right there with them every day

I waved around my left hand, I showed them twenty percent of the shit I can do

While I studied the game like a rookie, the whole ****ing time, I still had my right hand on the play

Baby done playing, the man on the way

Dobbin' your shit, put your hand on my face

Hop out and help me, just stand over there

Parking the Phantom, it damn near no space

I shouldn't even drove it, I left it in front of the store

By myself, they know he ain't no ho

I **** around and don't even lock the door, yeah

Step on these ****, bitch, it'll be shame on me, I'll stand on their throat, yeah

Come sex with a ****, if you put that thang' on me, they don't even gotta know

They don't even gotta know (Shh)

They don't even gotta know

Yeah, ride with me, baby, put your hand on my dick, hop out the Benz' with my hand on my blick

One thing about it, I move how I move, I can't be havin' your hands on my mits

I'ma be right here, man on all ten, y'all **** bitches, don't stand up for shits

Y'all the type **** to hang with your friends and talk about ****, that ain't what this is

Man, **** all them ****, aye listen, my bae, come here, tryna get in your face, in your rear (Come here)

They ain't got me no pape', then no deal, I be out on the lake at the crib

Army **** I pay to patrol, plenty rounds when I leave out the door

Zip your mouth, you won't be my lil' ho, simmer down, they, they don't even gotta know

They don't even gotta know (Shh)

They don't even gotta know

I don't like bitch ass **** who come around hatin' 'cause that shit weak (Yeah)

Talkin' ain't gon' buy you nothin', if it ain't no paper, then that shit cheap (Let's do it)

I'm the type to show one of these ****, he ain't who he think he is, a **** sweet (Yeah)

I'm the step-daddy that don't really like it, I'm belt to their ass with the beat