Ya Know - Team 600, Young Famous

I’m just tryna get rich, ya know?

And get lit, ya know?

And just sip, ya know?

With my sippa bros

And fuck hoes, ya know?

And tote poles, ya know?

Just be you, ya know?

I’m doin' this shit what I do, ya know?

(Hello, thank you,

come again)

A SoLo on the track

This Chicago, nigga

DJ Bandz, oh, man

I’m just tryna get rich, ya know?

And get lit, ya know?

And just sip, ya know?

With my sippa bros

And fuck hoes, ya know?

And tote poles, ya know?

Just be you, ya know?

I’m doin' this shit what I do, ya know?

Ya know?

(You know, man?) Ya know?

Ya know (I'm just chasin' this paper, ya know?), ya know, ya know?

Ya know?

(I'm doin' me, ya know?) Ya know?

Ya know (600, ya know?), ya know, ya know?

I ride and I roll on the road, dope what I smoke, feeling like I’m on a boat

I pop me a flat and I float, this ain’t a joke, I rap about shit I been through

It’s real, but what about you?

You ain’t gon' shoot, I’m-I'ma just do what it do

My momma want me in the nest, told her, «Relax», they don’t want this what I

pack

Th-They like, «L'A got a sack», feeling like Shaq, ball to the rim, collapse

It ain’t an act, I might go slow off the Act', I might just come from the back

You better run, you is a geek to a thug, I am a cheetah, you slug

I’m so above, feeling like Wizard of Oz, life is a chocolate box

I’m just tryna get rich, ya know?

And get lit, ya know?

And just sip, ya know?

With my sippa bros

And fuck hoes, ya know?

And tote poles, ya know?

Just be you, ya know?

I’m doin' this shit what I do, ya know?

Ya know?

(You know, man?) Ya know?

Ya know (I'm just chasin' this paper, ya know?), ya know, ya know?

(Ya know?)

Ya know?

(I'm doin' me, ya know? Yo, let’s get it) Ya know?

Ya know (600, ya know? Ayy, let’s), ya know, ya know?

Talking that shit, you get clapped, slugs to the back, or you get ten from the

MAC

They don’t want this what I got, Lil Dee gon' drill, he gon' pop out the back

Thought them lil' niggas was smarter than that, thought they was drillers,

go harder than that

You see what you started?

My niggas retarded, they just bought a glizzy,

put hollows in that, and it’s all for L’A

Go through a drill then slide to LA, long live L’A

My niggas gangbang like we live in LA, ayy

I’m just tryna get rich, you know?

Twenty-two shots in the clip or mo'

Nigga, no flex, put slugs in ya chest, got a nigga OS and then I dipped,

you know?

I’m just tryna get rich, ya know?

And get lit, ya know?

And just sip, ya know?

With my sippa bros

And fuck hoes, ya know?

And tote poles, ya know?

Just be you, ya know?

I’m doin' this shit what I do, ya know?

Ya know?

(You know, man?) Ya know?

Ya know (I'm just chasin' this paper, ya know?), ya know, ya know?

Ya know?

(I'm doin' me, ya know?) Ya know?

Ya know (600, ya know?), ya know, ya know?