318Tae - "Like You Know We On It" lyrics

[Chorus: Angel Levi] I got money I got weed Yeah I know you want it Swerving with that thing "like you know we on it." Swerving with that thing "like you know we on it." You should quit fronting I got to show you something [Verse 1: Angel Levi] I'm in sync and on point Whatever you want to call it I only need a little bit I'm off that loud It's your boy supplying hits You don't got to wonder why I'm fly and sh** supplying hits I just keep doing this again and again Say something You don't got to hold it in He's folding I'm always maneuvering Respecting those religions Ice be looking frigid like I did it So cold to you I got to make this money and I'll be back That's what the stoner's do I'm rolling through Right to you Nice with it How I ice with it Do I look good with ice on? One time I told these women This all comes from that binging This all comes from that Benjamin They're listening Watch how I get it all in an instant Finished it? No just sit and listen once again Flawless I'm way too clean for that You should bring it all to me That is fraud to me and I can't live without it But what do I know about it? I got hope without it I got help from out it Let's smoke up these mountains of purple The f** are you thinking? [Chorus x2: Angel Levi] [Verse 2: Angel Levi] I'm off that lean like offsets You know me how I swerve in it Old apartment how I served in it It was only me and the ride was tinted I've had the haze so purple you would've thought the piff was angel dust Had n***as off that aerosol on my block Had to watch out for the cops Stop and go Shop's moving Had the pot moving At home do not do this Nowadays we got the drops moving Make magic happen like Criss Angel I got cameras like all the angles Before I go I'm dropping everything My new chick is like house arrest She wants the D I'm gone show you everything you want to see Likely it is everything you want from me What's it going to be? All of this is nothing to me The streets is way too good to me From my hood to your hood Balling with that shot clock Samples of that ready rock on my block But come correct for that straight drop Hit this watch the pace drop Grade A rock Had to scrape the pot for that wash up Sprinkle the work like fairy dust This rock here is not wash up You know me I get the guap up [Chorus x2]