KNOW WHAT I MEAN?

You make the beat, I make the switch
2012 Honda got me driving like an Ultima
Trust is earned but never given, Gotta make a killing for a living
Cruising down the block feel like nostalgia in this shit
Manassas where I stay but I can't finishing this bitch
Remind me of the times where I was sloppy in this shit
Like your thotty baby mama who was known for sucking dick
Run through the city make a bitch scream
I can't love you but you can love me
Love me, touch me, you know what I mean Hug me, rub me, you know what I mean
Fuck you want your hater shit, I was broke as ankles bitch
Crosses was my Jesus piece, My mama was my angel piece
Seeing broken homes was our only source of entertainment
You ask me why I act so much I had to keep my manners up
Y'all be sensitive to reality, soft as pretzels bitch
Or maybe even shorty's ass, if you can even handle it
Livin' life like this, imma act like I don't know you
Rubbers on the dressers cuz I know I'm gon undress her
This that life that you can't even live up on the gram
This that shit that you can't even ask your granny for a hand
Playing dice with Jesus Christ
you know I'mma win
Never trust a bitch cause you know that that's a Sin
Fucking on Russian bitch I call it Russian Cream
She gon' ask about my inspiration and my dreams
I'ma tell her questions way too federal then leave
I think she a opp go ahead and catch a queen
But living life like this they gon' question everything
So I'ma go on talk my shit and show em everything
We was scaling ounce n pounds with the unreleased playing
These the summer nights that make you think you hotter than the breeze
I'ma need a couple g's for the denims and the steeze
Blunt got me feeling like I'm coughing for recipes
Never knew the shorty fuck with white girl like she me
Hold on, hold on, fuck that, these for the hoes
Let's proceed with the late night