F.G.M.G - Knowing

You ain't got to tell me that im bad
Yeah i know it
Yeah i know it
Yeah yeah i know it
I just went and got me a bag
Im bout to blow it
Finna blow it
Yep finna blow it
You ain't got to tell me that im bad
Yeah i know it
Yeah i know it
Yeah yeah i know it
I just went and got me a bag
I'm bout to blow it
Finna blow it
Yep finna blow it
Show me something
Show me different
Might reward you with some licking
I aint tripping on that bitch
So you know i keep it pimping
This that tron in my cup
Only thing that i be sipping
I'm a real bad bitch
I'm a boss no pretending
To get up on my level
Might be hard im competition
Just look at how i walk
Listen to how i talk
The way i spit these bars
There's no way i can be stopped
Fuck i look like giving up
Only way is to the top
In the club turnt up
I'm with gang and your main
He like the way i twerk it
Make him want to give me brain
High of a wood like i'm flying
In a plane first class baby girl
Me and you are not the same
You know im bad Im a bad bitch
Can't wait until i get mad rich
Stunting on you bitches
Yall not real call them catfish
Ass sit so perfect think it's fake
No this that real shit
Wouldnt even think i'm local
The way that i spit shit
You ain't got to tell me that im bad
Yeah i know it
Yeah i know it
Yeah yeah i know it
I just went and got me a bag
I'm bout to blow it
Finna blow it
Yep finna blow it
You aint got to tell me that im bad
Yeah i know it
Yeah i know it
Yeah yeah i know it
I just went and got me a bag
I'm bout to blow it
Finna blow it
Yep finna blow it
Boss ass bitch i do boss bitch shit
Trapping out the bando can't tell me shit
I'm just waiting on the money
While i write another hit
Probably on social media
About to post another pic
How we saw your girl
Introduce her to a trick
Tell her get my money
I ain't playing with you trick
I got 99 hustles im just trying to get rich
Yeah i got it on my own ain't nobody give me shit
Dont make me get out my body
I'm trying to enjoy the party
I'm about to turn this bitch up
Don't make me get some shit started
I'm with jala and niki
We about to roll up some sticky
And when im bored i call your nigga
He leave you to come and kick it
You know he pulling right up
That nigga can't get enough
He like firgo you so fine
I think im falling in love
I told him i don't fuck with twelve
I'm not wearing no cuffs
I told that nigga get to stepping
For a bust me a up
You ain't got to tell me that im bad
Yeah i know it
Yeah i know it
Yeah yeah i know it
I just went and got me a bag
I'm bout to blow it
Finna blow it
Yep finna blow it
You aint got to tell me that im bad
Yeah i know it
Yeah i know it
Yeah yeah i know it
I just went and got me a bag
I'm bout to blow it
Finna blow it
Yep finna blow it

Written by:
DUANE ERIC ANDERSON

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