I Know

Yeah (uh-huh, uh-huh)
(Uh-huh, uh-huh)

Slime
In the back of the car, I ain't wastin' no time
Tell that ho, let me feel on her body (feel on her body)
I'ma post in that '8 with a pole on my waist
With a whole lotta racks in my pocket (nigga)
I'ma real street nigga, I don't need no safe (slime)
Matter of fact, I just got a deposit (deposit)
Every time I go hard, they can't stop it (can't stop)
I ain't lettin' it go, 'cause I got it (huh)

Everybody talk down, half done be fakes
Nigga, watch how I walk in and walk out
Nigga gotta calm down 'fore they get him a sit
But I stay with that strap for when shit pop off (grrt)
40 grand on yo' head, nigga, watch how you talk
I'm a 38 baby, I'm straight out that Nawf
We don't do this for clout, you can get it right now (nah)
We be layin' down law, nigga, fuck what you thought (give a fuck what you thought)

And I notice that I'm chosen
He died from his words, they was all spoken (fuck that nigga)
My nigga, fuck whatchu heard, we run down on him (ay, 4KTrey)
They tried to take us, ever since, mayne, we been on him (free D-Dawg)
This for my nigga, he been trappin' for so long (for so long now)
Hope that you get on, I got yo' back, that's right or wrong
Post on that block, we get it on
With a bag full of stones and a stolen firearm
Just prayin' that we make it home, I feel you, nigga (uh)

Yeah, I came from trappin' and rappin' (what else?)
Clip on my hip, shoot a movie, what's happenin'?
He tryna tax me, strip 'em and blast 'em
32 hole, ain't no Molly this jacket (whoa)
I press a button, this shit can get drastic
Houdini his block, yeah, we hit it with magic
I keep the sticks, got me, no ain't lackin' (no)
I'm in the streets, so I'm movin' with tactics

I purchase a pack with the backend (backend)
Gotta show love when the bags in (bags in)
Bad hoe look when we walk in (whoo!)
Pretty lil' bitch got a build, ten (yeah)
I keep the racks on me, more than ten (no)
No way I lose, I cheat to win (win)
YB my brother, my evil twin (twin)
Droppin' the bags on they necks to king (king)

I made a way off vacuum seal (yeah)
I made a vow I would never squeal (never)
Random bullets when the Mac rip (po, po, po!)
I'm behind you niggas like an ad-lib
I'm whippin' kings, got bread still (whoa)
All of my diamonds, they super clear
60 thousand for the Rollie watch
Plus my bracelet cost me like three bands

I told that bitch I needed a Perky before I lay down and fuck
Get them bands out the trap, we gon' load up the truck
I need more and more money, I can't get enough
If they set up they shop, where we at, punt it up
Real hitter, no flodgin', he up, it go dumb
When you playin' with me, bitch, you killin' yourself
We gon' bring you that smoke however you want
Double G, 4KTrey, put that on Dump

Nobody safe, if you play, you get slumped
Took off and I landed, not ready to launch
If I never do nothin', I'ma rep where I'm from
Everywhere that I go, I'ma tote me a gun
Screamin' "Fuck all these niggas who ain't give me nothin'"
Every time that it's war, I be pushin' a button
Got it out of the dirt, I don't owe a bitch nothin' (gang)

And I notice that I'm chosen
He died from his words, they was all spoken (fuck that nigga)
My nigga, fuck whatchu heard, we run down on him (ay, 4KTrey)
They tried to take us, ever since, mayne, we been on him (free D-Dawg)
This for my nigga, he been trappin' for so long
Hope that you get on, I got yo' back, that's right or wrong
Post on that block, we get it on
With a bag full of stones and a stolen firearm
Just prayin' that we make it home, I feel you, nigga (uh)

Uh, you get it like-
Some nigga just pray they make it home, you did
If some nigga look at me like, "Ay, how you cope with some niggas?"
And no nigga tippin' me, I'm stuck with vultures, man
I'm a vulture myself (you did)

I live by how I rep, I rep by what I do (make money, fuck nigga)
Big nigga 'round me don't steal
All the opp gon' push (smile)
And fuck with it
4KTrey, ay, say (I got cell phone)



Credits
Writer(s): Kentrell Gaulden, Eliot Bohr, Jason Goldberg
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