Lyrics Ya Know - Team 600, Young Famous

Ya Know

I’m just tryna get rich, ya know?
And get lit, ya know?
And just sip, ya know?
With my sippa bros
And fuck hoes, ya know?
And tote poles, ya know?
Just be you, ya know?
I’m doin' this shit what I do, ya know?
(Hello, thank you,
come again)
A SoLo on the track
This Chicago, nigga
DJ Bandz, oh, man
I’m just tryna get rich, ya know?
And get lit, ya know?
And just sip, ya know?
With my sippa bros
And fuck hoes, ya know?
And tote poles, ya know?
Just be you, ya know?
I’m doin' this shit what I do, ya know?
Ya know?
(You know, man?) Ya know?
Ya know (I'm just chasin' this paper, ya know?), ya know, ya know?
Ya know?
(I'm doin' me, ya know?) Ya know?
Ya know (600, ya know?), ya know, ya know?
I ride and I roll on the road, dope what I smoke, feeling like I’m on a boat
I pop me a flat and I float, this ain’t a joke, I rap about shit I been through
It’s real, but what about you?
You ain’t gon' shoot, I’m-I'ma just do what it do
My momma want me in the nest, told her, «Relax», they don’t want this what I
pack
Th-They like, «L'A got a sack», feeling like Shaq, ball to the rim, collapse
It ain’t an act, I might go slow off the Act', I might just come from the back
You better run, you is a geek to a thug, I am a cheetah, you slug
I’m so above, feeling like Wizard of Oz, life is a chocolate box
I’m just tryna get rich, ya know?
And get lit, ya know?
And just sip, ya know?
With my sippa bros
And fuck hoes, ya know?
And tote poles, ya know?
Just be you, ya know?
I’m doin' this shit what I do, ya know?
Ya know?
(You know, man?) Ya know?
Ya know (I'm just chasin' this paper, ya know?), ya know, ya know?
(Ya know?)
Ya know?
(I'm doin' me, ya know? Yo, let’s get it) Ya know?
Ya know (600, ya know? Ayy, let’s), ya know, ya know?
Talking that shit, you get clapped, slugs to the back, or you get ten from the
MAC
They don’t want this what I got, Lil Dee gon' drill, he gon' pop out the back
Thought them lil' niggas was smarter than that, thought they was drillers,
go harder than that
You see what you started?
My niggas retarded, they just bought a glizzy,
put hollows in that, and it’s all for L’A
Go through a drill then slide to LA, long live L’A
My niggas gangbang like we live in LA, ayy
I’m just tryna get rich, you know?
Twenty-two shots in the clip or mo'
Nigga, no flex, put slugs in ya chest, got a nigga OS and then I dipped,
you know?
I’m just tryna get rich, ya know?
And get lit, ya know?
And just sip, ya know?
With my sippa bros
And fuck hoes, ya know?
And tote poles, ya know?
Just be you, ya know?
I’m doin' this shit what I do, ya know?
Ya know?
(You know, man?) Ya know?
Ya know (I'm just chasin' this paper, ya know?), ya know, ya know?
Ya know?
(I'm doin' me, ya know?) Ya know?
Ya know (600, ya know?), ya know, ya know?