I Know - VL Deck, YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Imma post in the 8 with a pole on my waist, with a whole lotta racks in my

pocket

I’m a real street nigga, I don’t need no safe, matter fact, I just got a deposit

Everytime I go hard, they can’t stop it

I ain’t letting it go cause I got it

Everybody talk down

Watch how I walk in and walk out

Nigga gotta

I stay with that strap when shit pop off

Put a grand on your head, nigga watch how you talk

I’m a dirty ass baby, I’m straight out the north

We don’t do this for clout, shoot you right now

fuck what you thought

And I notice that I’m chosen

He died from his words, they was not spoken

My nigga fuck what you heard, we do not know him

They tried to take we been on

he been trappin for some long

Hope that you get on, I got your back, that’s right or wrong

Post on that block, we get it on

With a bag full of stones and a stolen firearm

Just praying that we make it home

I feel you, nigga

I came from trappin and rappin

what’s happening?

Try to tax me, strip him and blast him

I press a button, this shit could get drastic

Hit his block, we hit it with magic

I keep the sticks on me

I’m in the streets so I move with

Gotta show love when the bands in

when we walk in

Pretty lil bitch got the

I keep the racks on me

No way I lose, I cheat to win

be my brother, my evil twin

Droppin the bands

I made the way out for

I made a

Behind your nigga like a

I’m whippin

All of my diamonds, they super clear

$ 60 for the roli watch

I told that bitch that I needed a perky

Back in the trap, we gon load up the truck

I need more money, I can’t get enough

They said that they shot

we gon dump

You playing with me, bitch you kidding yourself

smoke however you want

Nobody safe, if you play you get slumped

Took off

Imma rep where I’m from

Everywhere that I go, Imma toat me a gun

Fuck all these niggas who ain’t give me nothing

Everytime it’s war, I be pushing a button

Got it out of the dirt, I don’t oah a bitch nothing

And I notice that I’m chosen

He died from his words, they was not spoken

My nigga fuck what you heard, we do not know him

They tried to take we been on

he been trappin for some long

Hope that you get on, I got your back, that’s right or wrong

Post on that block, we get it on

With a bag full of stones and a stolen firearm

Just praying that we make it home

I feel you, nigga