[Chorus]
They don't know bout me
We dont know bout pressure
Man get shot like Tecca every time we meet (Boom, boom)
Blaming opps oh its my pleasure
Man make the corpse al wetter
You're a fuckin' neek
Chatting on the net ,dirty n***a
Its all on sight for mans bredda
Now You Know Bout Me
Anyting Opp Get spun up
Anyting opp get wetter (Mazza, Mazza)
Anyting opp spun up
Anyting opp get wetter (Mazza, Mazza)
Anything Opp get spun up
Anyting opp get wetter (Mazza, Mazza)
Anyting opp get spun up
Anyting opp get wet, wet (Mazza)
Anyting opp get wet up
Anyting opp get Wetter (Mazza, Mazza)

[Verse 1]
Look, the times I was in cunch, couldn't get no sleep
They see man pop out the bloodclart jeep, they weep
Kick Mans head so he can't think or breathe
YK Ain't looking but he says hes on me
I Can't rate these man dem a get bun like weed
My Nank Has got a million teeth
Rambo haffi take man off his feet
And I heard you man got mashes
But when you gonna pull up and beat?
Like We kinda happy MK Got Redeemed
YK Tom Sits in jail and bashes
Rudeboi, suttin' got killed in the ****
Night or day still do it in the- (Ah)
About YK11 Chinging man in someones bed
Opps wan' run then I might just skeet
But I came back and applied that pressure (Ah)
We put the yute in that stretcher
Gasher gonna shave mans head
And Shave it bald like nappa
On the net she said that I'm dead up
But in person, she said I look better
On the opp block tryna change the weather
Man beat the boy like McGregor