Lyrics Let Me Know – Rob49 & Peezy

Yeah, let me know, 400,000 in a month
I think God made this shit happen cause that four my lucky number
Yeah let them know that ain’t the engine that’s the trunk
Thanking God, he made it happen, I made 1 million last month

Yeah, he made million last month but he still touchin’ Fetty Wap
Only thing I touch is weed so that’s the difference between us
She don’t trust me well fuck her I ain’t given them bitches nothin’
Only thing I’m gon’ do re up then go trap a lil harder yeah

Let me know some
You ever trap with marijuana, let me know some
You ever bought a bitch a Prada, let me know some
You ever paid for a bitch body, let me know some
Yeah

I did, I done paid for a bitch body
If I want a hoe she mine dawgy I don’t care if she no thottie
I’m in Cleveland after my show, I got em chasing me through the lobby
Shittin’ on them I need a potty
Kickin’ shit just like karate
I’m a Scorpio I’m stiff as hell I don’t fuck with everybody
I love my young bitch cause she loyal and she don’t fuck with everybody
I hop out fresh as hell new Louis shit all white just like Yo Gotti
Independent just like young Dolph with 20 Ms you know I’m signin’
Been neglecting my relationship at home I’m on the road
Ain’t got time to please my bitch I’m getting thirty for a show
Just my post up at the store I’m just a trapper I can’t go
I can’t be out there too long the police still be takin’ pictures
We was young as hell with glizzies, ridin’ round with pitchers
Spin your block and catch our victims
Smoke yo ass just like a Swisher
If this rap shit don’t work I’m going to get back in my kitchen
Still can post up on my block and sell my dope so I ain’t trippin

Let me know some
You ever trap with marijuana, let me know some
You ever bought a bitch a Prada, let me know some
You ever paid for a bitch body, let me know some
Yeah

Yeah, let me know
I’m still fussin’ with my hoe
I be sneakin’ when I’m outside I can’t bring her to my shows
Treat my young hoe like she grown, she get money and she turnt
I’m a Pisces so I peep all that lil fuck shit niggas doing
Poppin’ shit like GloRilla sauced up lookin’ like a nugget
Solitaires on my left arm look like Cinderella boogers
Yeah Izzy did this two hundred thousand for the kit
Took a lot of losses try to win it is what it is
Put my trust in all my guys I pray they don’t let me down
Every time they come around I can’t stand them niggas vibes
I’ve been trapping out of town Imma get my money right
Murders all around this bitch treat my city like Iraq nigga

Yeah
I’m trying to rap and stop the trap
I told bro that Imma stop once I touch this last pack
Only listen to my daddy when he say them niggas rats
You ain’t got the black and white to keep 49 out the mix
Know they told you that I’m up and I’m taking care the hood
I got Turkish like the turkey drive them niggas never know it
I ain’t gotta say nothin’ I just chill and lay back
I’m a quiet cool nigga but I still will pop a hat

Let me know some
You ever trap with marijuana, let me know some
You ever bought a bitch a Prada, let me know some
You ever paid for a bitch body, let me know some
Yeah