DJ SALAD - Know Me (Flaming Turd 8) lyrics

[Intro] Running it back now Running it running it back now I never lack now Running it running it back now b**h I'm the GOAT now PVC pipe got a booth now b**h I'm the GOAT now PVC pipe got a booth now [Verse 1: D0uble-D] Hit cha' with the back Handa' Can't hang with the pandas Construction team build a banda' Leave it all to me like Miranda I selling that white in Thailanda' My dick game Bernie Sanders I selling that white in Thailanda' My dick game Bernie Sanders Sipping on spade as I twist my wrist Gaining accolades while all y'all try to diss Iced out wrist 3 pointer-never miss Bend over b**h give my dick a kiss [Chorus: D0uble-D]x2 Sitting in my 2 3's Going double OT Sitting all pretty with my pants with a teepee Still a f**ing OG snatching off panties Motherf**er know me... Know me [Verse 2: G-Sp0t] I was the world's youngest point guard b**h I'm repping Rec' League Started young so I go hard Ask your b**h she knows me Ask your b**h she blows me Selling sh** but I'm no fiend 2 3s on the court and I'm ballin FT Ya girl can't leave cause she's coming on me I never OD Tell her, "Hoe please" Too Slow for me Just grab the D You know me Not the old me She told me "Now f** me G" So go deep Don't stop for me A quick squeeze On your knees I'm featured D P in the V You know me On the court, cross-over like Caitlyn Smoking gra**, I smell bacon Ain't got no cash, worn out Asics Simple sh**, I'm going back to basics Real deal, I couldn't fake this Oral exam, b**h I aced it See this dick?Bend over and taste it Face it [Verse 3: Fun Size] Don't call me small. I'm petite Call me a nerd, I'll break ya teeth f** your b**h, I'll make her queef Rolling papers, take out the leaf Steal from me, I'll shank your bu*thole Lick it good, I'll make you nut hoe I may be short Like 4'11 But I still got those double melons Puffing Scooby snacks Can I get a "RUH ROH"? Top of my cla** But I don't give a f** tho Uh oh You know I don't take slow Know me Blow me Don't want dick like Moby With this shallow b**h I got into a fight But I was balls deep in her mom last night Goteeeeeem Chorus x2 [Verse 4: D0uble-D] Flexing On these Hoes Like I'm Sweating hard at Work (Pause) Flexing In the Whip All you Finna' Hear is... SKRRT Imma' grab the rhythm when I see it Imma' f** your b**h you know I mean it Got her wetter than a puddle And we plotting in the huddle All the b**hes wanna cuddle? Y'all be f**ing with my verses cause they hot like (Woah) Y'all be asking prices now cause we hot like (Ooh) Motherf**ers didn't know that we was hot, huh Y'all was sleeping on us, now we at the top, yeah We ain't f**ing with the haters so unless you gonna' cater Don't be sticking 'round our town or we gon' pop y'all Got b**hes on my dick like (Hallelujah) And they make me come quick like (Ahhhh) He be coming through quick and he trying act slick but You know he got the bars days This boy spit hot sh**, he never gon' stop sh** And he emanates ultralight rays [Verse 5: M4L] Get out of my way I'm fixin slay Burst out with the flames like a flambé And no I'm not another MC so lets Fry the gossip right now like a sauté No I'm not Bombae' Bittersweet like Beyonce But my word taste picante Inferno like Dante This verse is daunting The past tracks forgotten Like a ghost in a house and it's haunting This verse will be void of flaunting Talking 'bout things that everyone's wanting Cause these boys So quick To admit That the sh** That they get Is to trick To make em feel sick Trying to find a clique where they fit Trying get swole, should've worn a fitbit Can't find themselves so they rather submit But buying your friends, untagged, that ain't it Criss-crossed, eating like Rick Ross Our times knit with shows on Nick Kraft marconi Xbox, no Sony This is my squad Where's yours? I need you to show me Can't recall, then call 'em all phony Man-man who you calling homie? But you know me Uh Chorus x2