[Intro]
Yung Lando go crazy
[Chorus]
You won't never know, never know
Who be really with you ’til it's time to blow
You won't never know, never know
Who be really with you ’til it's time to go
You won't never know, never know
If your nigga really gon' up the score
You won't never know
[Verse 1]
These cracker massin' out jits
See I won't see my dawg 'til fifty-six (I won’t see my—)
That shit crazy how that story even went
But I ain’t gon' be the one to tell it (Uh-uh)
I seen my nigga weigh it up and sell it (Ooh, yeah)
Like a book, he had that motherucker sellin’ (Come on)
I tell him whatever, rock your boat (Ayy)
You better grab a float, it's sink or float
Call you LeBron James, I know your ass gon' choke (I know your ass gon' choke)
I know you laughin’ but don't get the joke (Ayy)
No nicotine, lil' Nine be tryna pote
I was like fourteen, the youngest on that scroll (Ayy)
Go get a pen and a pad (Ayy, yo), criss cross
Sit right here on your ass (Come here) and take notes
I'm tryna be a dad (Bitch), I'm acknowledging all my kids (Yeah)
This shit here ain't a game, this how it is (How it is)
I up that nine and test 'em like a quiz
You gon reap whatever you sow, damn (Oh, yeah), like a sew in
Scope at your stout, but I was aimin' at your forehead (I was aimin' at your forehead)
I'm glad my momma made a way for all her four heads (All her four heads)
I'm talkin' 'bout her four kids (Okay)
What you knowin'?
She taught me right, but I did wrong on my own (I did wrong on my own)
I was thuggin' with my niggas, we was jumpin' home to home (We was jumpin' home to home)
Stolo surfin', different counties committin' burglaries with a stone (With a stone)
If them crackers get behind us, we gon' dip they ass to home (Oh, yeah, we gone)
If they tryna bring the bird, I'll just get me where I know
I don't ask for here, 'cause, shit, I'm used to that lil' scroll (I swear)
This shit WWE and I'm that nigga Stone Cold
She put that woo on a nigga, she done Ric Flair'd a pro
Your shooters shootin' from the cut, guess what? He hit the wrong ho (Guess what)
I think I made some nigga mad and I fuck around
And 'bout lil' Rizo, you get bagged, cemetery that set in stone
'Cause that my nigga, he showed me loyalty, ever since it been on
Yung Lando go crazy
[Chorus]
You won't never know, never know
Who be really with you ’til it's time to blow
You won't never know, never know
Who be really with you ’til it's time to go
You won't never know, never know
If your nigga really gon' up the score
You won't never know
[Verse 1]
These cracker massin' out jits
See I won't see my dawg 'til fifty-six (I won’t see my—)
That shit crazy how that story even went
But I ain’t gon' be the one to tell it (Uh-uh)
I seen my nigga weigh it up and sell it (Ooh, yeah)
Like a book, he had that motherucker sellin’ (Come on)
I tell him whatever, rock your boat (Ayy)
You better grab a float, it's sink or float
Call you LeBron James, I know your ass gon' choke (I know your ass gon' choke)
I know you laughin’ but don't get the joke (Ayy)
No nicotine, lil' Nine be tryna pote
I was like fourteen, the youngest on that scroll (Ayy)
Go get a pen and a pad (Ayy, yo), criss cross
Sit right here on your ass (Come here) and take notes
I'm tryna be a dad (Bitch), I'm acknowledging all my kids (Yeah)
This shit here ain't a game, this how it is (How it is)
I up that nine and test 'em like a quiz
You gon reap whatever you sow, damn (Oh, yeah), like a sew in
Scope at your stout, but I was aimin' at your forehead (I was aimin' at your forehead)
I'm glad my momma made a way for all her four heads (All her four heads)
I'm talkin' 'bout her four kids (Okay)
What you knowin'?
She taught me right, but I did wrong on my own (I did wrong on my own)
I was thuggin' with my niggas, we was jumpin' home to home (We was jumpin' home to home)
Stolo surfin', different counties committin' burglaries with a stone (With a stone)
If them crackers get behind us, we gon' dip they ass to home (Oh, yeah, we gone)
If they tryna bring the bird, I'll just get me where I know
I don't ask for here, 'cause, shit, I'm used to that lil' scroll (I swear)
This shit WWE and I'm that nigga Stone Cold
She put that woo on a nigga, she done Ric Flair'd a pro
Your shooters shootin' from the cut, guess what? He hit the wrong ho (Guess what)
I think I made some nigga mad and I fuck around
And 'bout lil' Rizo, you get bagged, cemetery that set in stone
'Cause that my nigga, he showed me loyalty, ever since it been on
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