Song Info: Know Like I Know Song is sung by YoungBoy Never Broke Again & lyrics written by himself.
Know Like I Know Lyrics
[Intro]
Fah, shoot at a n^^ga in the face behind NBA
Believe that (Bah, bah, bah)
You already know that be my song (Steppin’ in place, n^^ga)
Goddamn, BJ with another one
Shoutout to KP for that beat
Like I know, know like I know
What she say? What she say, she say “Big 4L”?
Ayy, ayy, ayy, get on your a$$
Bboy dripping that
[Verse 1]
Ayy, I bet your momma be destroyed, n^^ga
When we send your stupid a$$ to God
For makin’ statements, choosing’ sides
About my beef with them lil’ boys
I could say I saw it, you could say I was your favorite, n^^ga
Better stay up in your place, b^^ch
f^^k around and get your face split any day, n^^ga
They know I’m a demon, you ain’t met the devil until you seen me
Yеah, I get ’em hit, we gon’ kill a b^^ch insidе of Neiman’s for any reason
I don’t give a f^^k ’bout how you treat your body, give a f^^k about your cleaning
I don’t give a f^^k about no b^^ch
You could have those hoes ’cause I don’t need ’em
They know I step on sh^t, play around with that slime, oh
I seen the blues, know you in tune, but how we knock ’em down like dominos
YoungBoyLuciano, we pull on side, shoot up the car though
Plenty of clips like Leonardo, them slimes go wherever I go
[Chorus]
I want his soul, he gon’ get it (Get it)
I hope you know like I know, gon’ die from choosin’ sides though
I’m smellin’ blood and I’m fiendin’ (I’m fiendin’, I’m fiendin’)
b^^ch, you gon’ die and I know, your momma cryin’ on front row
[Verse 2]
n^^ga better ask Blasian about me
How we catch ’em bad and take his sh^t
Leave ’em stripped, the police think we raped the b^^ch
n^^ga better not play with this
And my momma know I’m a demon seed, I’m into facin’ sh^t
Hope yo’ n^^gas know not be inside that car soon as that Draco hit
Old p^^sy a$$ n^^ga, ain’t no coppin’ pleas, shouldn’t’ve said sh^t
You ain’t gettin’ no pass, n^^ga
You gon’ rep the same block as that b^^ch, that’s gon’ be your a$$, n^^ga
Who runnin’, duckin’ all these sticks
I’m lettin’ you know I ain’t even serious on this b^^ch, n^^ga, suck my d^^k
I’m facin’ seven years, I ain’t known to shed a tear, these n^^gas dyin’
I be the slime, these n^^gas could click up all they want, b^^ch crossed that line
He posted cars but ain’t got more whips than as I, huh?
All you hoe-a$$ n^^gas together ain’t got more millions than AI, huh?
On the phone with Stunna, my five
Now it’s my time, while in the house, reside
These n^^gas feelin’ lucky, claim that they thuggin’
But know that be my style, scary a$$ ain’t realer than my child
Lose or win, b^^ch, I’m gon’ dive if no gun at my side
I’m a gangsta and all that claimin’ they propopsin’, I bet I’ll make it stop
[Chorus]
I want his soul, he gon’ get it
I hope you know like I know, gon’ die from choosin’ sides though
I’m smellin’ blood and I’m fiendin’
b^^ch, you gon’ die and I know, your momma cryin’ on front row
[Verse 3]
All these n^^gas tryna be the biggest rapper
While I’m tryna wrap ’em in a body bag
With a toe tag and his last meetin’ with the pastor
I know a n^^ga who got Instagram and Twitter still ain’t tryna master
How to play with and you know I play for keeps, know I’ll clap you
I don’t give a f^^k, my n^^ga, just like your friend, you’ll bite the dust, n^^ga
n^^ga, that ain’t blood, you ain’t ready to see some brains around the club
Them n^^gas scared, know they can’t f^^k with us
But that’s the sides you run with
Know my mom and all my sister and all my brothers be on dumb sh^t
I’m a grown-a$$ man, so on the Internet, I don’t post pics
I’m too caught up in this thug life, I’m still hidin’ from the feds list
In my bed I see the interview, and my first thought, man, I said this
“Whole industry don’t even know me but they still wanna see my head split”
[Break]
Huh, these n^^gas hoes, these n^^gas know I know
You hear me, I don’t, I don’t think these n^^gas wanna do it, slime
I’m surprised, your parents ain’t telling you, you don’t wanna do it, slime
You heard me, these n^^gas know how I get down
And f^^k all these n^^gas
The whole industry don’t like me and I don’t like all them b^^ches
Believe that, it’s gravediggin’ 4KTrey, Nawfside 38
We put guns to the face, b^^ch a$$ n^^ga, who gon’ die today
Free DDawg, hah
I don’t like none of these n^^gas, I don’t like none of ’em
I don’t like, I don’t like nobody
b^^ch a$$ n^^ga, what you gon’ do?
You could f^^k all of my baby mommas, I don’t like them hoes neither
f^^k ’em, n^^ga, f^^k ’em
[Chorus]
I want his soul, he gon’ get it
I hope you know like I know, gon’ die from choosin’ sides though
I’m smellin’ blood and I’m fiendin’
b^^ch, you gon’ die and I know, your momma cryin’ on front row
[Outro]
Your momma cryin’ on front row, yeah
I hope you know like I know
Slimeto, get active