Know Somethin (feat. Lil Herb) - Lil Bibby

Hey Bibby wuddup bro man

150 rock block shit man

Niggas want smoke man

These niggas don’t want no smoke man

You want smoke man, Let us know something

Vito city shit

Bitch ah

I be with some young wild niggas, they’ll blow something

If you want smoke boy let a nigga know something

Pussy ass niggas talking shit, ain’t on nothing

Fuck niggas sneak dissin, let a nigga know something

Let a nigga know something, let a nigga know something

If you want smoke boy let a nigga know something

Let a nigga know something, let a nigga know something

If you want smoke boy let a nigga know something

I be with some young wild niggas smoking loud nigga

Mally got that 40 cal with him, blow you down nigga

I come to the block and post up

I don’t be up in the hood just to put no post up for my Instagram

All these niggas putting post up on they Instagram

Like these niggas really on some

Them lil instant bands

If you want smoke let me know some, we attend to that

Pull up right there where you post up, we remember that

4−5 double barrels, boy we got long noses

Let his homie know to send his mama all roses

Sipping the 4, ACT make me fall over

Run up on me pussy, clap!

now its all over

Nigga I be spendin racks turn em all over

Ball till you fall, nigga what you fall over?

If I ever fall nigga I’mma ball over

Started from the bottom, I’d do it all over

Nigga I be fresh as fuck, Louie all over

All white Ones nigga I dont like loafers

Squad hit the club, buying all white rosé's

Throwing bands, gettin mud on the all white sofas

Want war?

50 clip for all yall soldiers

Niggas bitches taking group pictures, all yall posers

Young nigga couple chains, all of us froze

Couple hits out the foreign cars all em stolen

You sneak dissin like a ho or sum

And my young niggas show em something

Headshot, I throw em something

I’mma make sure he know what’s coming

And my squad won’t go for none

If it’s beef let me know it’s something

If I’m like em then blowin some

Catch Bibby at the store some

Cocaine I can call some

Fuck rap homie, I’m in the trap homie

Work came in put my taxs on it

Real shit, I ain’t gotta act homie

Feds come through

I’m running out the back homie

Couple hollows to the back homie

Thats what you get for running from the mack homie

Turn nothing into something

Got a young nigga stuntin

We ain’t worried bout nothing cuz we strapped homie

Hut one hut two

Hittas on point, they ready to slump you

Niggas all quiet, when my squad come through

Brand new Glock let’s see what the gun do

Them checks I thumb thru

I be flexed up, these niggas can’t take it

Ain’t about money, then a nigga can’t make it

Fuck from the back and her head was whack

I pass her the pack, the bitch is so basic

Hoes know it’s cray when they Lil Bibby

Young ass nigga got the keys to the city

Me and lil bro just speedin in the Hemy

In the club squad getting off the weed and the remy

If you want beef then let a nigga know

Subtweeting why you won’t @ a nigga foe

You tried to kill Bibby, just let this shit go

Til you show up in the cage then we at a nigga door