Letra Know It All* par Lil Yachty

Lyrics from Snippets

Supreme
Census, what you cookin'?
(Yeah)

I ain't ever want it all
Let me spill my sh*t, blood my wrist
One bad b*t*h, tell me I don't got chips
Please look whips, I got six
They think they know it all
Wanna know what you sayin', inside my car
Peak blue to the ground, baby, I can't, bye

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, put it in, yeah, put it in
In the back of the house where they take it in
When they go out the front door and they treadin' in it
In the studio with a lil' book-bag
Open the top likе it's [?], it's immaculate
Hittin' this b*t*h from behind, put her hеad in the pillow
Tell her put her back in it

Yeah, stylin' (It's us)
Yeah, look at your b*t*h, yeah
Yeah, it's us (f**k), yeah, yeah

I do what I want, yeah, you do what you can, yeah
Shout-out to my b*t*h, yeah, shout-out to my bands, yeah
You be on that lame sh*t, so don't bring that 'round here
Bad b*t*h and you know she thick, no knowledge (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's about, why you talkin' 'bout this?
Hittin' me like, "You owe me
Do you know me?" On some stalker sh*t
If I want it all, I don't talk about it
Keep it on the low so you don't know
And now you all stressed

I ain't ever want it all
Let me spill my sh*t, blood my wrist
One bad b*t*h, tell me I don't got chips
Please look whips, I got six
They think they know it all
Wanna know what you sayin', inside my car
Peak blue to the ground, baby, I can't, bye

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, put it in, yeah, put it in
In the back of the house where they take it in
When they go out the front door and they treadin' in it
In the studio with a lil' book-bag
Open the top like it's [?], it's immaculate
Hittin' this b*t*h from behind, put her head in the pillow
Tell her put her back in it

Yeah, stylin' (It's us, yeah)
Yeah, look at your b*t*h, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah (Yeah, yeah), it's us (f**k, yeah, yeah), yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah