Know Bout Love

[Intro]
Grah, grah
(Man, what the fuck goin' on, Maajins?)

[Chorus]
Uh, I feel like Pop, finna Hawk 'Em
I got more [?] than Christopher Walken
Bow block, bust up, I'm finna park 'em
I told 'em shake like he live up in Harlem
Uh, she look in the mirror, Bloody Mary
Uh, I spent a band on Amiri's (Grrah)
She my queen, no Dairy
All of my hundreds, they blue, no berry (Grrah)

[Verse]
The opps in my comments, they talkin'
I hop on the beat, get to walkin'
Uh, come get your girl, she stalkin'
Not talkin' 'bout a door, but I keep me a knockin'
Gotta keep a K 'cause you know that I'm flockin' (Frah)
I might just up it and pop it
Shaio catch alleys, but he also block it
I'm listenin' to Carti, I'm finna go drop 'em
Too locked in, like America's Island
Fuck yo' beats, that's why I got Maajins
I get money, that shit keep pilin'
Uh, I can never trust a bitch, they lyin'
French, I might just up it and fry him (Grah)
If I call up Danny, I know that he dyin' (Grah, grah)
Uh, orange new black, hit a lick in orange
She takin' mad flicks, she got storage
My gang gon' eat like the bears with porridge
King of New York like Tarzan with the forest
You can get stomped with Timb's
We'll knock off your fitted, yeah, where yo' brim? (Rah)
Bow block, I'm finna spin it again
Got a bad bitch, look like Kardashian, Kim
Bad bitch, look like a Jenner, no Kylie
Me and Shaio like Huey and Riley
With Hannah Montana, and I'm not talkin' Miley
He said that he want the smoke, no Miley
She said she done fucked, high-key
Just went in Saks, I'm not talkin' Smiley
I got the opps lookin' up, it was tight peace
I up the Glock and it's hittin' his right knee
Shoot the Glock and it's hittin' his white tee
I got that sh—, so why you wanna fight me?
What I got on, you can't afford, it's pricey
Uzi in 2017, they like me, uh
I don't even think my Sprite clean
My diamonds space ice, yeah, they icy (Grrah, Grrah)

[Chorus]
Uh, I feel like Pop, finna Hawk 'Em
I got more [?] than Christopher Walken
Bow block, bust up, I'm finna park 'em
I told 'em shake like he live up in Harlem
Uh, she look in the mirror, Bloody Mary
Uh, I spent a band on Amiri's (Grrah)
She my queen, no Dairy
All of my hundreds, they blue, no berry (Grrah)