I Know (feat. Young Dro) [Chopped & Screwed]
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Webbie, Trill E-N-T, Young Savage
I'm a motherfucking fool
Check me out
Nigga my wrist, a fool and my neck is too
Yeah, yeah I know, I know, I know, I know
You got a stank, lil boo and with them lips, she get loose
Yeah, yeah I know, I know, I know, I know
Nigga you's a ho, nigga I'm so woah
Flow Lambo door, 20 bad, bad bitch pro
Purple weed smoke, pure white dope
Type of nigga you ain't never seen before
She so G code, deep throat, beast mode
Man a nigga wrist froze, he ain't eat much cold, sitting low
Another ticket'll be all a nigga need
One of them bitches pull me over and fuck up all a nigga weed
I got all the lil freaks, calling all a nigga peeps
Telling lies, doing whatever that it takes to get to me
I be blocking, beating, blinging, phone ringing off the leash
Kids running tryna see me, haters stunting tryna be me
Kids running tryna see me, haters stunting tryna be me
Kids running tryna see me, haters stunting tryna be me
Fuck 'em 'til they sleep, duck 'em soon I leave 'em
Don't trust 'em, I don't need 'em, know you see me eating
I need y'all to believe, but bet not y'all believe me
Another Trill chain, on the ho just to tease me
Nigga my wrist, a fool and my neck is too
Yeah, yeah I know, I know, I know, I know
You got a stank, lil boo and with them lips, she get loose
Yeah, yeah I know, I know, I know, I know
I'm nitro, whip full of Geico
'07 Kawasaki green motorcycle
When I was locked up, I was goddamn iso
Fuck you bitch, I'm bad like Michael
Fuck you bitch, I'm bad like Michael
Fuck you bitch, I'm bad like Michael
Slug knock the meat up out your ass like lipo
Ten grand get a nigga killed with a rifle
My penthouse taller than the goddamn Eiffel
I rap for the money but I'm used to selling white coke
Ralph Lauren white loaf, strategize type O
Ask Jim Carrey, I'm a dog like Milo
I go, overseas, wet Vetements
Swimming in Aruba with the hammerhead sharks
When I whip out the Benz the Phantom get parked
Told Brown Lindy, you'll probably get shot
You the type of nigga that probably get robbed
This a old school 'Mar, '80s sauce, Dro
Nigga my wrist, a fool and my neck is too
Yeah, yeah I know, I know, I know, I know
You got a stank, lil boo and with them lips, she get loose
Yeah, yeah I know, I know, I know, I know
Man I'm so iced out, and running your mouth
About a G'll get your soul lights out
I fuck your ho lights out, all on the floor with the hoes
But I don't go to the house, 'cause I don't trust her at all
I had to hustle to ball, now I just thug it and ball
And they done went for my chain, and I done went for they brain
Got pistols hotter than panes, my diamonds shine in the paint
Flip flop, change colors like some fools in the game
My hoes can pull up a bus, my niggas pull up in trucks
Man I'm a nationwide artist, you still local as fuck
Do I sound focused or what? Man just check out the cut
I'm finna go ahead retire, I just made 21
And the doubters can keep doubting, the pouters can keep pouting
Bad bitches keep shouting, jail niggas just hold it down
'Cause it ain't gon' be long, just keep on being strong
Take a picture of my motherfucking arm
Nigga my wrist, a fool and my neck is too
Yeah, yeah I know, I know, I know, I know
You got a stank, lil boo and with them lips, she get loose
Yeah, yeah I know, I know, I know, I know