You Already Know - Messy Marv, Yukmouth

Pass me that tez nigga, slow motion right now, I love Texas

Aye Hawk we had to do this

I’m a mothafuckin' fool mayn, you already know

Me and my murder men’ll run through your front do'

Put the Ruger in ya mouth and hit you with the Calico

You ain’t bout what I’m bout lil nigga you a ho

I’m a mothafuckin' fool mayn, you already know

Me and my murder men’ll run through your front do'

Put the Ruger in ya mouth and hit you with the calico

You ain’t bout what I’m bout lil nigga you a ho

Big rocks and Glocks and all that shit (All that shit)

Gangsta than a mothafuckin son of a bitch (Than a son of a bitch)

You know I keep it mafia like Tela and Prince (Yeah)

I’m about that dirty bay though' like Pac and Rich (Like Pac and Rich)

Blowin' on a bag, twenty-two's on skinnies

Cook the soft and get a hardaway like Penny

I come up from nuthin' what you hatin' me fo'?

(Hatin' me fo)

And I ain’t tryna reach on you, but you makin' me though

Just look for the set man, you know we there

You’ll get smashed on lil nigga I swear

I’m a mothafuckin' fool like y’all don’t know (Like y’all don’t know)

Like I won’t spazz out and won’t rap no mo' (Uh-huh)

Like I won’t yank it 'til it don’t clap no mo' (Clap no mo')

Like them nutty niggas ain’t got my back no mo' (Imagine that)

I’m in a ol’school Chevy mayn, palmin' on wood

This for them niggas tycoonin' but still in the hood

I’m a mothafuckin' fool mayn, you already know

Me and my murder men’ll run through your front do'

Put the Ruger in ya mouth and hit you with the Calico

You ain’t bout what I’m bout lil nigga you a ho

I’m a mothafuckin' fool mayn, you already know

Me and my murder men’ll run through your front do'

Put the Ruger in ya mouth and hit you with the Calico

You ain’t bout what I’m bout lil nigga you a ho

Fillmo' to New Orleans, mayn we get that cheese (Get that cheese)

Bitch quit playin' with me, get on yo knees (Get on yo knees)

Keep ya bammer weed ho, I smoke purple

One hit’ll make you talk like Steve Urkle (Aow)

Blowin' on a bag, twenty-two's on skinnies

Choppin'-choppin' swishas down, drinkin' my Remy

Ridin-Ridin through servin' droppin' off cream

Knockin'-Kockin' Michael Watts, with my fo'-fifteens

Hand on my iron, mayn I got fiya (Fire)

Twenty Inch wires with the gold to the tyre (To the tyre)

Nigga why you bullshittin'?

We clap back

You know the fo' five nigga, we clap mack

I’m all the way in the bay sippin' on lean

It got a nigga feelin' so fresh so clean

I’m in my ol’school Chevy mayn, palmin' on wood

This for my niggas tycoonin' but still in the hood

I’m a mothafuckin' fool mayn, you already know

Me and my murder men’ll run through your front do'

Put the Ruger in ya mouth and hit you with the Calico

You ain’t bout what I’m bout lil nigga you a ho

I’m a mothafuckin' fool mayn, you already know

Me and my murder men’ll run through your front do'

Put the Ruger in ya mouth and hit you with the Calico

You ain’t bout what I’m bout lil nigga you a ho

You ain’t 'bout what I’m about, run up in a nigga house

Pistol whoop him and his spouse, put his scrilla in tha pouch

Then I’m out, Yukmouth, big bag like santa

I’ll make you dance like Hammer

The black Tony Montana, weighing them grams up

Ears glued to the scanner, hookin' my fam up

Cram up in my grey goose, scoopin' that lamb up

I’m in Detroit with cheddar boys sparkin that Ganz up

Or at the strip club with Jazze Pha in Atlanta

But still I’m a mothafuckin fool mayn I blast tool’s

And move crack on them avenue’s 'cause the cash rules

Act a fool like King Tee or Ludacris (Yeah!)

Pimp a stupid bitch, pimp juice, it’s too much loot to get

Yuk, the young thug, puffin that bum bud

The gun bust I don’t give a fuck like the young bloods

I’m Kamakazi like Bart, so don’t start (Don't start)

Before this Calico rip ya asshole apart, Mark (Chea)

I’m a mothafuckin' fool mayn, you already know

Me and my murder men’ll run through your front do'

Put the Ruger in your mouth and hit you with the Calico

You ain’t bout what I’m bout lil nigga you a ho

I’m a mothafuckin' fool mayn, you already know

Me and my murder men’ll run through your front do'

Put the Ruger in your mouth and hit you with the Calico

You ain’t bout what I’m bout lil nigga you a ho