They Know - Neef Buck

Yeah, they know, they know, they know

It’s Rogers.

They know, they know, they know, they know

Since they screaming «Time is money»

Went and got me some Rollies, yellow purple label shirt

That match with my Kobe’s

And I don’t look at no tags, no I don’t look at no price

Left one plain Jane, the other flooded with Ice

That I can rock at my show, all I know is get dough

Might just leave my jewelry on when I’m hitting a hoe

Yeah, my shit way colder, I done been all over

Got a quickie at Mr. Chow, tell the chick to «bend over»

Now I’m leaning in a coup, my bucket sitting low

Run up on this car and I’m a tag your big toe

Heckler & Koch shit, kick like a Rhino

Nobody hating, he perpetrating and I know

I smell like YSL, ladies know me well

Known in the streets for selling Weed and Fish-scale

Mole street, bussin' down a trash bag, cocaine Jag

All they see is paper tags

Got a line out Cali, get gallons of the water

Take a ride with the 30s and sell them for a quarter

If it’s COD tonight, I might cover the order

It’s Bucky Rogers, AKA «The Transporter»

Fuck how they feel, fuck what they say

Same pussy boys that can’t walk around their way

Put a bounty on their head, my niggas' thirsty

I got distinguished shooters, they all Worthy

They say they looking for me, but I ain’t hard to find

Last time I seen them, they was quoting all my lines

And, I’m not talking bout no rap niggas'

I’m only entertaining other trap niggas'

Showing her life, she never seen black sand

17 hour flight, just to get me a tan

Just to rock my new clothes, just to shit on my foes

Got Chanel sandals on, just to show off my toes

My luggage cost more than niggas' cars do

Treat every bitch the same, I never fall through

Caught him without his boss, he gave me teeth and palms

See me in the hood, but believe I’m getting mine

Flipping like dirty kids on a mattress

Keep talking, son gonna be a bastard

Cuz we don’t pull it out less' we gonna blast it

I’m talking funeral service, and closed casket

Streets want me to win, stacking more than I spend

Messing with her, really wanting her friend

You come at my neck, I come at your chin

My youngins' will shotgun you just to see how you spend

I done had too much drink and too much smoke

Spend a dime of C-Notes, It all smell like Coke

You temporary niggas' gotta leak in your boat

You wanna hang yourself, I’ma hand you the rope

You feeling sensitive, better use Dove soap

Every bar I spit, niggas' think that I’m dissing

But, if the shoe fits you pussies, then I think you should listen

It’s «FDM6» bitch, fresh out the kitchen