Lyrics

I Know What Im Doin

When you know
You know
Cuz I know
BiiCasso paint a picture for em

I know what I’m doin
On the track I’m goin in
Yea the way I’m spittin
No I do not need a pen
When I’m on the track
They say yea I be howlin
Tell me this ain’t different
Nigga got no choice but win
Win I’m gonna do that
Nigga can not see L
Really ran up on my money
Waiting on the mail
Now when they hit me
Yea they know I’m doin sales
You need more than 10
You can get it in the mail.

I been really getting s*** gone
Really seen how this s** grown
Got me out here tryin get my own
Niggas know I did all alone
Why should I keep helping
Niggas never gave me nothing
Paid cash for the bag
Nigga why would I do fronting
Up early for the bag
By 12 I’ll be lunching
Super clean flow
When I spit I don’t punch in
F****** with flow it’s kinda sick
Try to play I’m coming off my hip
You think she real
I can scoop with my chips
Once she drop neck
Then you know Imma dip

Cuz I know what I’m doin
On the track I’m goin in
Yea the way I’m spittin
No I do not need a pen
When I’m on the track
They say yea I be howlin
Tell me this ain’t different
Nigga got no choice but win
Win I’m gonna do that
Nigga can not see L
Really ran up on my money
Waiting on the mail
Now when they hit me
Yea they know I’m doin sales
You need more than 10
You can get it in the mail.

Cuz I know what I’m doin
On the track I’m goin in
Yea the way I’m spittin
No I do not need a pen
When I’m on the track
They say yea I be howlin
Tell me this ain’t different
Nigga got no choice but win
Win I’m gonna do that
Nigga can not see L
Really ran up on my money
Waiting on the mail
Now when they hit me
Yea they know I’m doin sales
You need more than 10
You can get it in the mail.

Started with the bags
Lately I been trapping land
But I kept it on the low
Yea I ain’t giving up the plan
If I sign on that line
Show yall how to work advance
That ain’t really nothing to me
I been f****** up them bands
And she thought that we was f******
Told her no on advance
Only thing that I’m seeing
Is the neck in my plans
Now I’m tellin her a joke
Like issa snack in my pants
If she doing it right
She ain’t using her hands
She did right now her feet in the sand
Casamigos with blunt in her hand
Walking round this b****
Like she got man
She walking past
Now it’s a** in my hand
Now she in the pocket
Mean she mine
Hit her just to spend a little time
Tell her that she really more than fine
Now she water
Chills down her spine

Cuz I know what I’m doin
On the track I’m goin in
Yea the way I’m spittin
No I do not need a pen
When I’m on the track
They say yea I be howlin
Tell me this ain’t different
Nigga got no choice but win
Win I’m gonna do that
Nigga can not see L
Really ran up on my money
Waiting on the mail
Now when they hit me
Yea they know I’m doin sales
You need more than 10
You can get it in the mail.