You Know - NAV & Lil Baby

Pullin' up in that new toy The wrist on that boy rockstar like Pink Floyd Waving at rude boy, I'm wavin' at you, boy Ran off on the plug too like Trugoy Imagine me do-boy, you could never do what I do, boy Still, duckin' shit that I did, boy Niggas in Paris 'fore Hit-Boy These ain't the same type of hits, boy Shit can get litter than lit, boy You don't take these type of risks, boy 'Cause this boy been throwin' that D like Rich Boy You missed, boy; ya numbers don't add up on the blow That was ten years ago, if you know, you know (yeah) If you know, you know If you know, you know This thing of ours, oh, this thing of ours A fraternity of drug dealers ringin' off I just happen to be alumni Too legit, they still lookin' at me with one eye The company I keep is not corporate enough Child Rebel Soldier, you ain't orphan enough A rapper turned trapper can't morph into us But a trapper turned rapper can morph into Puff Dance contest for the smokers I predict snow, Al Roker (If you know, you know) I only ever looked up to Sosa You all get a bird, this nigga Oprah Bricklayers in ball shorts Coachin' from the side of the ball courts (If you know, you know) One stop like a Walmart We got the tennis balls for the wrong sport (If you know, you know) If you know 'bout the carport The trap door's supposed to be awkward (If you know, you know) That's the reason we ball for Circle 'round twice for the encore (If you know, you know) You ever been hit with the water weight Then had to weigh, "Do you war or wait?" (If you know, you know) When we all clickin' like Golden State And you and your team are the motorcade (If you know, you know) Been grantin' wishes like a genie Two bad hoes in two-piece bikinis I've been hidin' where you can see me The skybox is right next to RiRi's Solely responsible for showin' rappers how to stand On the front lines when trappers started throwin' bands Where were you when Big Meech brought the tigers in? 'Cause I was busy earnin' stripes like a tiger's skin Bricklayers in ball shorts Coachin' from the side of the ball courts (If you know, you know) One stop like a Walmart We got the tennis balls for the wrong sport (If you know, you know) If you know 'bout the carport The trap door supposed to be awkward (If you know, you know) That's the reason we ball for Circle 'round twice for the encore (If you know, you know)

Grief is a bitch, it shows up with someone you miss Heavy like a pillowcase of bricks, ah-ah Feels like a punch when it hits Grief is a bitch Depression's so hard It sneaks in and poisons your heart Builds you a cage in the dark, ah-ah The only way out looks too far Depression's so hard If you know then you know If you know, guess I'm not alone (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Guess I'm not alone (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Peace is so still It hugs you when nobody will Fills spaces that nothing else fills, ah-ah When chaos comes creeping to kill Peace is so still Joy is so sweet Somedays it's harder to keep When it's there it's so easy to see, ah-ah And it don't give up, it believes Joy is so sweet If you know then you know If you know, guess I'm not alone If you know then you know And if you know, guess I'm not alone Oh Guess I'm not alone Oh Life is so good Even when it doesn't seem so good It's a little bit misunderstood Wonder if you should hold, you should Yeah you should 'Cause life is so good

(Yeah) Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay) Flooded watch, drop top (Skrrt) Fuck 12, fuck the opps (Okay) Wrist broke (Whip, whip) in the pot Selling rocks (Okay), on the block (Okay) Put up guap, sending shots At your top (Okay), fuck you thought? (Okay) Fucking thots, watch 'em flock Off-white seats (Okay), Off-white socks (Okay) 1800 for a pair of jeans, that's okay I got money, I give all my shooters good pay Headshot with a infrared beam from far away Long as it don't come back to me, I think it's okay Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay) We the wrong niggas to run to, put cake in a funnel Lil' bitch fuck for the bundle Put a Glock in the console, yeah Why the bitch wanna say my name on the gram? Ho, relax (Ho, relax) I beat my gun case Three, four times, can't hold me back (Rrra) And you can never hang around if you owe me racks (If you owe me racks) And I'm not talkin' about navigation I'm with NAV (And I'm with NAV) And I was hangin' in Chiraq, dope on the ave (Gang) And if you sliding with them killers, grab that mask (Turn up) And she be driving on the road, coke in her ass (Yeah) And that first time robbing the plug We ain't coming, no cash (Yeah) Trackhawk 2018, do the dash (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Ain't give no money so he try to put me on blast, yeah Got them racks, ice attack (Bling) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone, smoke your pack I fell back (Okay), Now I'm back (Okay) Got them racks (Okay), ice attack (Okay) You want beef? (Okay) Ratta-ta (Okay) When you gone (Okay), smoke your pack (Okay) I fell back (Okay), now I'm back (Okay)

Ah-ah-ah, hey Run that back, Turbo You niggas bogus, I see the imposers I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune I'm ridin' with my dawg and he ain't gotta question I got a bitch like Keisha off of Belly Police got dogs and they can't even smell me Keep me a cup, I got a lean belly 20s on me, I call 'em green relish Balmain my jeans, if not, they embellished Too many vibes, they think I'm R. Kelly PH in the sky, we got 'em already PJ in the sky and I don't wanna land it Creepin' at night, the VLONE bandit I prayed to the sky and none of this was handed Worked all my life and now I understand it Crawled up like a mouse, but I could never tell it I got the sweetest sauce like jelly Try disrespect me, you all get beheaded I got the drip, they call me Dripavelli I held him down, that nigga was my celly Fuck you fuck niggas, never made me heartless Thank God, came and got me, used to shop at Target They cut out the coupe before we hit the market We don't pack our bags 'cause we gon' shop regardless Backend, I'm back in, paid up for the party I done came a long way from openin' up for Carti Shades and my bracelets Cartier Carti Police's cases, all that we avoidin' The lean in my cup gettin' more and more muddy I shown all my love, I've never been a bully Got every color VLONE hoody Just jumped in the game and still I ain't no rookie I got this sauce, cream and puddin' I came with the drip, got everybody lookin' Cherish your blessings, easily could be tooken Send a front in, it's easy to get a book in You niggas bogus, I see the imposers I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune I'm ridin' with my dawg and he ain't gotta question Yeah, cash all my backends, I bought me a Patek Addicted to cabbage, the money relax me My mom and them happy, I bought them a mansion I still rock the fitted, but I don't be cappin' (skrrt) These camouflage denim like I just went campin' They still can't believe that I made it, they happy I been gettin' money before I was rappin' I'm ridin' in the Wraith like I play with the actors No pleadin', arraignment, ain't takin' no charges My young nigga's solid, I know that he got me He keep his mouth closed, I'ma buy him a foreign Penthouse, hotel suite whenever we're tourin' How foreign my tint is, I still rock the Jordan Packin' out shows, love my fans, they important And I'm still in the trap, in the hood like a motor Spend thousands on fragrance, she fuckin' my odor I just started rappin', I made me some millions Man, shout out Atlanta, I'm runnin' my city These bracelets came healthy, they cost me a 50 I leveled it up, I've been handlin' business Gettin' 20 a night, every day, different city I just keep puttin' this syrup in my kidneys This the big one, boy, this not the Jubilee (Jubilee) I got Gunna with me, rockin' VLONE, Supreme (yeah, yeah) You niggas bogus, I see the imposers I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune I'm ridin' with my dawg and he ain't gotta question (uh)