Gunplay - Know Me Like That lyrics

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Ft. STYLES P, TYLER WOODS

(Hook)

Ye don't know me like that

I catch a hammy like that

Ye don't know me like that

I don't wanna go back

(Verse: Gunplay)

Ye don't know me but you heard bout me

Ye don't know me but you worry bout me

Heard I pull a coroner on a curve robbery

Ye don't know me but I bet yo bitch do

I only know you from the things that a bitch do

I post bail, no sweat, I'm all promise and you all sweat

Try snitching, get you all wet

My co-defendant gave a statement to the state

He said he kept it real, but he kept it really fake

Hella hate, yella tape

Caught a body, beat the case, celebrate

Not Brawlic, but I'm so Saudic

Shoebox, no wallet, new gun bum, old problems

(Hook)

(Post-Hook)

Ye don't know me like that

(Murs - Ye Don't Know Me)

I catch a hammy like that

(Jail cell - Ye Don't Know Me)

Ye don't know me like that

(Fake friends - Ye Don't Know Me)

I don't wanna go back

(Shoot-outs - Ye Don't Know Me)

Ye don't know me like that

(Nigga!)

[Like that, like that, like that

Hol' up, ye don't know me like that] (x2)

(Verse 2: GUNPLAY)

Ye Don't Know Me like that, yeah, homie like that

Leave a mark on his face, why did he blow me like that?

Buck fifty, would be Coby like that

Mean it, I shoot a lot

I used to rock the mansons to get a lil cash

So nice to hit the Buddha spot

You neva knew who you neva know

A lot say they ride but they neva rode

Heavy metal in the console, I need a pedestal

I used to be eager to be ignorant

The block ran from a soul militant

Now I'm coolin' and livin' innocent

Ye don't wanna leave it like that, ye want innocent

(Hook)

(Post-Hook)

(Verse 3: Styles P)

My worker got robbed, one of my homies got whipped

My lawyer need a payment in child support labor

My Porsche need ties and my Benz need bricks

My plate need potatoes and my stomach need steak

I grind like a slow jam on these streets

AK in the bro hand, no ID, CL, no DLs, top speed

Lights on in the club and I'm still not leavin'

I stash work in money crib, the cream

While my big old chain is slammed in the rib

How a presidential rollie leave ya residential holy

Mind talkin', got the stake to makin' it with homies

(Hook)

(Post-Hook)