Gotta Know

[Intro: 6juto]
(Hey Glumboy, Desire for revenge)
Woah, huh, yeah, huh, huh (You know you rockin' wit' 'Rada)

[Verse 1: 6juto]
I know when you seen me callin' you started smilin', woah
No I do not want yo' love, yeah, I'd rather have diamonds, woah
Huh, yeah, said you been fuckin' wit' me and now I gotta know
Yeah, I gotta know, yeah
I got hoes, she know I got hoes, oh
Yeah, count them rolls, gotta count them rolls, oh
Huh, yeah, I feel like Trapp, she fuckin' wit' us
I'm in the trap, we servin' that stuff
Hit from the back, I'm touchin' her guts
I want them racks, I don't want yo' love
I got the strap like why would I punch?
7.62 bullets fillin' the [?] up
What you gon' do when that choppa get rode up?
Hit from the back, yeah, I'm touchin' her guts
Yeah, huh huh, turn her around then she eat me for lunch
Don't wanna argue, I don't wanna fuss
She's not in love, boy that's really just lust
[?] give me my gun
But when I got out I got a new gun
I'm goin' up so ain't no need to rush

[Bridge: 1CQuan]
Don't need to rush, no need to rush, uh

[Verse 2: 1CQuan]
Yeah, she bad, yeah, she down to fuck
Huh, yeah, I'm wit' Trapp and Six
They gon' keep it tucked, uh
And we not duckin' no smoke, if it's up it's stuck, uh
[?] to the green, boy that shit [?]
Feel like Giannis, bitch, I'm gettin' bucks
I feel like Giannis, bitch, I'm gettin' bucks
And they don't want no smoke, we pull up big black trucks
Bitch, we always been them niggas, never gave a fuck, no
We always been them niggas, never gave a fuck, no

[Verse 3: Trapp]
We got plenty poles, got this shit up on my own
Nigga was talkin' down, hit that dumb ass boy with that pole
Bring shawty to my home, bad lil' ho keep callin' my phone
I told that bitch, to leave me alone
Run up on me, got hit with that pole
I'm fuckin' his ho, put my dick in her throat
Green light nigga, you know I'm on go
I'm gettin' that money, not worried 'bout no ho
I just run up some racks, you already know
He pourin' a line, I'm pourin' a four
He [?] to that ho, I'm fuckin' that ho
She irkin' my nerves, lil' bitch gotta go
I slept off the drank, I need me some more

[Verse 4: Koujas]
You lovin' that bitch, my dick in her throat
I'm sippin' on drank and I'm movin' slow
Got some racks in my pocket, them bitches, they older
Get the lil' thot ass off my phone
Racks in my jeans, my money be stackin' and piling
You sayin' I'm broke, like what you implyin'?
He want me fall like they been plottin'
Walk in the scene, these bitches be eyein'
Hoes, they be spyin', I'm breakin' her spine
She wanna leave, told the bitch "I'm fine"
He cry on the 'net like a bitch he cryin'
Talkin' on twin, I swear he gon' die
Ricky my jeans, my fit too fire
He wanna talk and he crossin' the line
I'm way too high, I'm up in the sky, aye
(You know you rockin' wit' 'Rada)