Lil Bibby - Know Something lyrics
rate meI be whistling, wild niggas dead broke, son
If you won’t smoke, boy, let a nigga know something
Sissy ass niggas talking shit, ain’t on nothing
Fuck niggas sneak, let a nigga know something
Let a nigga know something, let a nigga know something
If you won’t smoke, boy, let a nigga know something
Let a nigga know something, let a nigga know something
If you won’t smoke, boy, let a nigga know something
I be with some young wow nigga smoking loud, nigga
Mouly got that 40 cal with him, blow you down, nigga
I come to the block and post up
I don’t be up in the hood just to put no post up
Through my Instagram I see niggas putting posts up
On they Instagram like you niggas really on something
Get them insta-bands, if you won’t smoke let me know something
We are ten of that, pull it right there where you post up, we remember that
No fat, no bear, we got long noses, let us know, send my momma all roses
Up in the four act made me fall over…
Bouncing far, nigga, what you fall over?
If I ever fall, nigga, I’mma ball over, started from the bottom, I do it all over
Then I be fresh as fuck, Louis all over
All white ones, nigga, I don’t like loafers
Squad hit the club…throwing bands, getting mud on the all-white sofas
Want 50 clips for all y’all soldiers,…
I be whistling, wild niggas dead broke, son
If you won’t smoke, boy, let a nigga know something
Sissy ass niggas talking shit, ain’t on nothing
Fuck niggas sneak, let a nigga know something
Let a nigga know something, let a nigga know something
If you won’t smoke, boy, let a nigga know something
Let a nigga know something, let a nigga know something
If you won’t smoke, boy, let a nigga know something
These niggas like a whore or something
All my young niggas show ‘em something
Here, son, I’mma throw him something
I’mma make sure he know it’s coming
And my squad won’t go for nothing
If it beef, let me know something
If I’m lacking, then blow me something
Catch Bibby at the store or something
Grow cane out the cold or something
Fuck rap, homie, I’m in a trap, homie
Work came in, put my tax on it
This shit, I ain’t gotta act, homie
Feds come through, I’m out the back, homie
Couple hollows to the back, homie
That’s what you get running from the Mac, homie
Turn nothing into something, got a young nigga stuntin’
We ain’t worried about nothing ‘cause we strapped, homie
Hot one, hot two, get us on point, we ready to slump you
Niggas all quiet when my squad come through
Brand new Glock, let’s see what the gun do
Don’t text I come through, I be flexed up, these niggas can’t take it
Ain’t about money then a nigga can’t make it
Fuck from the back, her head was whack, I passed her the pad, bitch was so basic
Hoes go crazy when they see Lil Bibby
Young ass nigga got the keys to the city…
If you want beef then you let a nigga know…
They try to tell Bibby just let the city go…
I be whistling, wild niggas dead broke, son
If you won’t smoke, boy, let a nigga know something
Sissy ass niggas talking shit, ain’t on nothing
Fuck niggas sneak, let a nigga know something
Let a nigga know something, let a nigga know something
If you won’t smoke, boy, let a nigga know something
Let a nigga know something, let a nigga know something
If you won’t smoke, boy, let a nigga know something
