Who Knew lyrics - Lil Dicky

LD

A.k.a the Time Traveler's Wife

[Verse 1 - Lil Dicky:]

I like to play it cool like I'm not that

On the low, who'd assume that I got that

I don't know, but the dude with the tall frappe

Looking all aloof being all that

Even Babe Ruth wouldn't call that

I don't even sweat it though

They been hesitant as if my credit low

And shit'll hit them quicker than an edible

I'm 'bout to run for Senate ho, you ain't even centerfold

Been on top of cheese, I ain't talking 'bout oregano

I'm talking 'bout your cheddar homie, revel in that

I'll hit a college and I'm fucked, like I'm pledging a frat

They 'bout to silhouette my nuts on American flags

Estoy contento, muy estupendo

Better hearse word to rent-a-car, Dicky Tony K

Y'all the Le Batard speaking to you lames, that's a seminar

I'm straight like a pleasant bar, ain't nobody ready for my repertoire

I wasn't getting credit like a debit card

But never mind, had to give them time to adapt

I'm kind of like a rap rendition of a fry in a wrap

Just try it as that

You rappers Rebel Wilson's vagina, you stank!

I take it back, I don't know that ho

And bro they used to

[Hook:]

Look around the boy, wouldn't raised they head

Now they looking at the boy like the main event

He don't even got a rap sheet, looking like a mathlete

How the fuck is he the one that come in with the crack

We like "Who knew, who knew?"

Used to look at me like "who you, who you?"

Now they look at me like "Who knew, who knew?"

Now it's Dicky with this, who knew, who knew?

Now they look at me like

I am hip-hop Heisenberg

Young boy got dough for a quiet nerd

I am rap game Walter White

You might get killed thinking that he all polite

[Verse 2 - Lil Dicky:]

Buzz around the city, coming out of Philly

I'm about to get a milli, being me that's word to milli

I'm looking super silly, but cooking like at Chili's

You look at me like "Really?" but I look at you like "Who that?"

Oh you new here, I'm the bomb

Ok I'm Lebron, ok I'm the one

Ok all that shit confusing that's a quandry

What you call a pussy with a movement, that's a Ghandi

I'm tryna get better but science preventing

Because I'm undeniably clever, the highest of levels

I'm high in a sweater but rhyming like I'm lying in pepper

Don't mind the endeavor, I bet I do better than veterans

Cheddaring, let him on Letterman

Get him on L and I'm on, boy

I think I need a therapist the way I get in my dome

Doing D like they was Syracuse, when they up in they zone

Used to load it on chrome, now I really ball

Living like a fucking letter man, never mailing the song

Though the dime flow rubbing combos in Tom's shoes

With blonde hoes getting Peyton like the Broncos

I'm on ho, vanilla looking but the rest of y'all the John Does

It's pretty odd bro, cause they used to

[Hook:]

Look around the boy, wouldn't raised they head

Now they looking at the boy like the main event

He don't even got a rap sheet, looking like a mathlete

How the fuck is he the one that come in with the crack

We like "Who knew, who knew?"

Used to look at me like "who you, who you?"

Now they look at me like "Who knew, who knew?"

Now it's Dicky with this, who knew, who knew?

Now they look at me like

I am hip-hop Heisenberg

Young boy got dough for a quiet nerd

I am rap game Walter White

You might get killed thinking that he all polite

Get up off my dick, ho

That's an unassuming dick, though

Get up off my dick, ho

That's an unassuming dick, though

("Who knew, who knew?"

Used to look at me like "Who you, who you? ")

Get up off my dick, ho

That's an unassuming dick, though

(Now they look at me like "Who knew, who knew?"

Now it's Dicky with this, who knew, who knew?)

Get up off my dick, ho

That's an unassuming dick, though