[Fabolous - Chorus]
Tell me what you know about this
Tell me what you know about that
Tell me what you about risk
What you know about getting back
Them niggas don't live what they rap
Them boys ain't been in no trap
Them niggas don't know about this
Then boys don't know about that
Ayy, you don't know 'bout it
You don't know 'bout it
Tell me what you know 'bout that
You don't know nothing
You don't know nothing
You don't know nothing
Tell me what you know 'bout that
[Fabolous - verse 1]
Hol' up, stop the shit
That's word to that red sign
Don't think cause I'm laid up
I won't flatline your redline
My niggas tuck guns in
Catch you slippin it's bedtime
Gotta kill you by a certain time
Now that's what I call a deadline
Deadline, deadline
Can't call it like a deadline
When they hit little homie up, I was in miami getting fed prime
Got my bitch in the studio
She the best, superheadline
Call her my little ghost rider
She help me come with them headlines
Headlines, headlines
Put your name in them headlines
Niggas beefin that's cool
Just give me mine with some red wine
Shouts out to my big homie
When he left he said grind
My nigga move so much britney spears
They gave that boy kevin fed time
Fed time, fed time
Locked down all day
Real nigga, by myself, kevin hart wit it all day
Niiiice
Whoever gon night night nigga
Don't look at that white light nigga
I'm back on this dark shit
If you scared get a night light nigga
Tell me what you know about this
Tell me what you know about that
Tell me what you about risk
What you know about getting back
Them niggas don't live what they rap
Them boys ain't been in no trap
Them niggas don't know about this
Then boys don't know about that
Ayy, you don't know 'bout it
You don't know 'bout it
Tell me what you know 'bout that
You don't know nothing
You don't know nothing
You don't know nothing
Tell me what you know 'bout that
[Fabolous - verse 1]
Hol' up, stop the shit
That's word to that red sign
Don't think cause I'm laid up
I won't flatline your redline
My niggas tuck guns in
Catch you slippin it's bedtime
Gotta kill you by a certain time
Now that's what I call a deadline
Deadline, deadline
Can't call it like a deadline
When they hit little homie up, I was in miami getting fed prime
Got my bitch in the studio
She the best, superheadline
Call her my little ghost rider
She help me come with them headlines
Headlines, headlines
Put your name in them headlines
Niggas beefin that's cool
Just give me mine with some red wine
Shouts out to my big homie
When he left he said grind
My nigga move so much britney spears
They gave that boy kevin fed time
Fed time, fed time
Locked down all day
Real nigga, by myself, kevin hart wit it all day
Niiiice
Whoever gon night night nigga
Don't look at that white light nigga
I'm back on this dark shit
If you scared get a night light nigga
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.