You Know That

(Prod by SM Tracks)

Beat Mechanics...

(Mark A.)

Yea.

Man my tape bang and they know that,
Keep a fine thing who goin throw that,
Cookin back in my city,
Where I just used to go rockin the throwback,
My ex girl just hit me,
But I cannot go back,
I know that she bad,
Tell my new one let's roll up,
I don't really remember,
Hold up I'm sayin,
Make sure they know that I'm not playin,
I stay working.

Mark A. be that dude damn yo that dude be always murkin,
Every beat he's on man yo that guy got gas for certain,
Damn yo how'd he do that, told you I was grinding,
Hold up probably listened to like every track a thousand times man damn.

(Hook)
Go and drop it to the floor,
She so fine, way God made me girl I gotta go so hard,
I don't give a fuck about no hater no haters no,
Drop it low for the boy I'm in my zone in my zone.
(You know that.)

I got gas now so she wid it,
Keep a bad one close by me,
Give a fuck what you say,
Man them dumb hos goin call me yeah.

But it's really not a problem baby,
I just tell them that I got um baby,
On these tracks I'm a savage baby,
Hop on a song and do some damage baby,
Yeah,
Hit by dudes I never talk to,
And once you know the formula they can never stop you.

I can sang now so she wid it,
I spit cocaine now so she wid it... Wa wa woah.

Let me tell you all about the point you must have missed,
In the mean time SM put the beat up in submission,
While people just got tricked to always reminisce,
I just stay readin on my goals and never listen.

Grindin boy can't no one take me off my mission,
If she think she can then tell that ho she trippin,
That she's trippin that she's tripping,

Grew up on the south side of sixth street,
Man I used roll like six deep,
Just took it to a sixth speed,
Like who the fuck does this be,
My wrist be and my wrist function,
Bad bitch man my bitch chosen,
Hop up in that whip and drive that bitch like shit got stolen (cuz it did though).

Back when I just used to drive that purp when I was that kid though,
That's that Acura Integra baby how fig though?
Yeah damn I freestyle up on a song,
Make you be like hold up what the fuck is going on?

And make sure that they knowwww,
I was so faded on the roaaaadd, yeah,
So what you got that gift for? Yea.
And who you make this shit for?

All the dumb ho's who done played me,
All them fuck boys out here lately,
Give a fuck bout what you sayin,
I see my future the vision is crazy,
These dudes thirsty that's for certain,
Not me bitch boy I be workin,
May my elbow blew,
I was that dude,
I've popped those perks,
Each beat I murked,
I'm gone.

I think that they feelin my pain now in every song,
And this how I felt when I told you that nothin was wrong,
Fuck what you say I say bitch I got it,
And time will tell I said bitch don't doubt it like...

Go and drop it to the floor,
She so fine, way God made me girl I gotta go so hard,
I don't give a fuck about no hater no haters no,
Drop it low for the boy I'm in my zone in my zone.
(You know that.)

You fuckin know that.
Shout to my homie Brockett we goin go there,
And my homie Corey and my homie Drew,
Yea, I'm gone.