Already Know
Taliband shit
G-L-O-C-K (Sosa 808 got this B knockin', nigga, ayy)
Y'all already know what the fuck (ayy), yeah
I'm sippin' codeine, not the beer, these chandeliers drip off my ear
I got the juice, Mr. Pure, I walk in and then the bitch cheer
I make these hoes smile ear to ear, they like, "Look at this nigga here"
My ice had her stuck like a deer, these niggas ain't none but some queers (look at 'em)
I bring out them racks, yeah, you know, I count up 'til my thumb broke
I'm strapped up just like G.I. Joe, that's somethin' they already know
I bring out them racks, yeah you know, I count up 'til my thumb broke
I'm strapped up just like G.I. Joe, that's somethin' they already know
They already know, huh, already know I got straps, uh (ayy)
Already know I got stacks, uh (ayy), already know I got packs (ayy)
I really been in the trap (yeah), I really ran through them sacks (I did)
I got 2-9 warren sap (Glock), I fuck yo' bitch from the back then
I burn her head like my back end, losin' count, it's gettin' depressin'
These Memphis hoes love me like Elvis, I might change my last name to Presley
Can't fall in love 'cause I'm too selfish, she give me face just like a selfie
This lean got me Riercey R. Kelly, my niggas rollin' like Kelly
They air force stompin' like Nelly
Sippin' codeine, not the beer, these chandeliers drip off my ear
I got the juice, Mr. Pure, I walk in and then the bitch cheer
I make these hoes smile ear to ear, they like, "Look at this nigga here"
My ice had her stuck like a deer, these niggas ain't none but some queers (look at 'em)
I bring out them racks, yeah, you know, I count up 'til my thumb broke
I'm strapped up just like G.I. Joe, that's somethin' they already know
I bring out them racks, yeah you know, I count up 'til my thumb broke
I'm strapped up just like G.I. Joe, that's somethin' they already know
They already know, yeah
Already know I got hitters, yeah, already know I pull triggers, yeah
Already know I'm that nigga, already know you ain't no killer
All this ice make yo' bitch shiver, Promethazine eatin' my liver
You know how I rock just like Jigga, stackin' Jacksons, I'm walkin' like thriller
Yeah, that's somethin' you already know, yeah, bankroll so big need ya bulge, yeah
My niggas they come take ya balls, yeah, my niggas they is so bold, yeah
Run with my friends pourin' fours (fours), you ain't my friend, you a foe (you a foe)
I run this shit, yeah, you know it, call me lil' Glock Jesse Owens
I'm sippin' codeine, not the beer, these chandeliers drip off my ear
I got the juice, Mr. Pure, I walk in and then the bitch cheer
I make these hoes smile ear to ear, they like, "Look at this nigga here"
My ice had her stuck like a deer, these niggas ain't none but some queers (look at 'em)
I bring out them racks, yeah, you know, I count up 'til my thumb broke
I'm strapped up just like G.I. Joe, that's somethin' they already know
I bring out them racks, yeah you know, I count up 'til my thumb broke
I'm strapped up just like G.I. Joe, that's somethin' they already know
They already know (huh)
G-L-O-C-K (Sosa 808 got this B knockin', nigga, ayy)
Y'all already know what the fuck (ayy), yeah
I'm sippin' codeine, not the beer, these chandeliers drip off my ear
I got the juice, Mr. Pure, I walk in and then the bitch cheer
I make these hoes smile ear to ear, they like, "Look at this nigga here"
My ice had her stuck like a deer, these niggas ain't none but some queers (look at 'em)
I bring out them racks, yeah, you know, I count up 'til my thumb broke
I'm strapped up just like G.I. Joe, that's somethin' they already know
I bring out them racks, yeah you know, I count up 'til my thumb broke
I'm strapped up just like G.I. Joe, that's somethin' they already know
They already know, huh, already know I got straps, uh (ayy)
Already know I got stacks, uh (ayy), already know I got packs (ayy)
I really been in the trap (yeah), I really ran through them sacks (I did)
I got 2-9 warren sap (Glock), I fuck yo' bitch from the back then
I burn her head like my back end, losin' count, it's gettin' depressin'
These Memphis hoes love me like Elvis, I might change my last name to Presley
Can't fall in love 'cause I'm too selfish, she give me face just like a selfie
This lean got me Riercey R. Kelly, my niggas rollin' like Kelly
They air force stompin' like Nelly
Sippin' codeine, not the beer, these chandeliers drip off my ear
I got the juice, Mr. Pure, I walk in and then the bitch cheer
I make these hoes smile ear to ear, they like, "Look at this nigga here"
My ice had her stuck like a deer, these niggas ain't none but some queers (look at 'em)
I bring out them racks, yeah, you know, I count up 'til my thumb broke
I'm strapped up just like G.I. Joe, that's somethin' they already know
I bring out them racks, yeah you know, I count up 'til my thumb broke
I'm strapped up just like G.I. Joe, that's somethin' they already know
They already know, yeah
Already know I got hitters, yeah, already know I pull triggers, yeah
Already know I'm that nigga, already know you ain't no killer
All this ice make yo' bitch shiver, Promethazine eatin' my liver
You know how I rock just like Jigga, stackin' Jacksons, I'm walkin' like thriller
Yeah, that's somethin' you already know, yeah, bankroll so big need ya bulge, yeah
My niggas they come take ya balls, yeah, my niggas they is so bold, yeah
Run with my friends pourin' fours (fours), you ain't my friend, you a foe (you a foe)
I run this shit, yeah, you know it, call me lil' Glock Jesse Owens
I'm sippin' codeine, not the beer, these chandeliers drip off my ear
I got the juice, Mr. Pure, I walk in and then the bitch cheer
I make these hoes smile ear to ear, they like, "Look at this nigga here"
My ice had her stuck like a deer, these niggas ain't none but some queers (look at 'em)
I bring out them racks, yeah, you know, I count up 'til my thumb broke
I'm strapped up just like G.I. Joe, that's somethin' they already know
I bring out them racks, yeah you know, I count up 'til my thumb broke
I'm strapped up just like G.I. Joe, that's somethin' they already know
They already know (huh)
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Writer(s): Adam James Tune, Maurice Dave Francois, Gregory Charles Dawson, Badrilla Bourelly
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