YP - Let Me Know lyrics
rate meFreshest produce and bitch I’m crispy
Haters say cause they bitches dig me
Won and they loss, who get with me
About to take off, blew 6 50
Doing the dash I got moves to make
Trees blew in, it’s leaves to rake
Plus I’ve tried to stay legit,
That shit don’t seem to pay
I’m in the club with all of my diamonds on
But I’m a player baby, need lisa ray
Know you see that I’m shinning homie
It’s a cold world, I got heat to spray
Life’s a bitch and I’m grinding
I’m never for the sunray
Gunplay, we bout it
We gonn be rich one day!
Rats out when I get cheese
In the hood full of unsolved misteries
I know plenty of shawties that’s 16
On the block, tryina fit in my 63
Pack first like push a t
Make it to a mill if the lord willin
Act up and the 44 spittin
Sobriety shots and the lord with em
[Hook]
Just hit the stove, my price is low
We getting creamer cooking bitches
Just let me know, just let me know
Just let me know, just let me know
It’s yes or no
We getting creamer cooking bitches
Just let me know, just let me know
Just let me know, just let me know
Stunting, have me got plenty bars
But I never went to jail though
Plus I made a living off of body parts
Packing arms and got elbows
I can’t be caught in these court rooms
With them charges sticking like velcrow
My mouth closed these niggas souls
You show em dough, they go tell the folks
But it’s just the way the game goes
When you tryina get a bank roll, whoa
Stop ... better lay low
Hsc that range rove
Oak street, the rodeo
Niggas say that’s ok though
Wishing they can be on my payroll
My bitches come from barbados,
With long hair, they don’t care
My flow raw and I’m so rare
Got jackets coming from montclair
With this on we won’t stare
No love for no broke shit
No, that’s that hoe shit
See red dots, no stop signs
It is glock 9 in this 4 bail
[Hook]
Just hit the stove, my price is low
We getting creamer cooking bitches
Just let me know, just let me know
Just let me know, just let me know
It’s yes or no
We getting creamer cooking bitches
Just let me know, just let me know
Just let me know, just let me know
Lifting off in that launch pad
Where your bubble fears on that pop shit
Sign my name on that doctrine
All eyes on me on that pac shit
Now what that means
I’m a hustler jack, war stories you can fuck with that?
Get it poppin like bubble rap
And I got more swords than a thundercat
I’m on the strip doing flips like jumpin jacks
Bag of pills, them fruit snacks
Spent it all and I got back
Hit the louie store and I blew 2 racks
Sneak on how I’m living
You just wish you get it
If you talk about who get it
Then my name is what you mention, yeah
[Hook]
Just hit the stove, my price is low
We getting creamer cooking bitches
Just let me know, just let me know
Just let me know, just let me know
It’s yes or no
We getting creamer cooking bitches
Just let me know, just let me know
Just let me know, just let me know.
