I Know

Huh, huh (Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh)
Huh, huh (Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh)
Turn up
Huh

Youngin' of the mob, I grew up just tryna take some
Made five hunnid thousand in a month, these niggas hatin' on me
I be in the streets, ain't really have no time chill, for real
Get twenty a verse, so why the fuck you sellin' pills and pints?
You gon' let me live my life or not? Still do this shit for mines
Last nigga that mentioned me got hit in the street, he in the box
Sorry they took your chain, nigga, like, why you still claim niggas?
We ain't the same, nigga
I'm just tryna get my bag, move boys while I'm in the A
I been thuggin', we had thеm drugs since the ninth grade
R.I.P. my unclе Recey, it's a cold world, I'm anemic
I was finna get the Harley, end up gettin' sis' the Beamer

Huh
Pop a Perc', I feel a vibe (Huh)
Since a jit, been runnin' wild (Huh)
Jump right off the porch and I told momma, "I don't want no job" (Turn up)
I want a trap house with a Glock-9 or a .45 (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma trap hard 'til the nighttime (Yeah, yeah)
We been down bad for a long time
I know, huh
Know they get starstruck when they see a nigga, like, woah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And they see the ice hittin' when they see a nigga (What? Huh)
Oh, you a young nigga, you turnt up, I know (Turn up)
Yeah, bitch, I know (Turn up, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, huh, oh you a young nigga, you turnt up (Huh)
You got the racks all with the gun tucked (Yeah)
A nigga move wrong, get bussed up (Yeah, pow)
Nigga hatin' on me, ain't answer me
Then I grind hard, I locked up (What?)
Bitch, I grinned harder, I'm shinin' harder (Yeah, yeah)
That's prolly why they hate us, I know
Yeah, huh, nigga got trap house and it big boom (Yeah, yeah)
Get the pack in and the pack move (Yeah)
But if the pack movin', then the sack movin' (What?)
Run the sack up, yeah, I'm gettin' to it (Yeah, yeah)
Got these niggas that they can't do (Yeah)
What I counted up and I ran through it
And the neighbors say, "It's too many cars in the road" (Turn up)
Yeah, huh, welcome to the trap house
Where we get 'em in for the low
Yeah, huh, supposed to be a trap house
But this bitch small like the stove (Huh, huh, huh)
Yeah, huh, money steady comin' in (Yeah)
And it's pilin' up, like, woah (Woah-oah-oah)
I'm just young, nigga, and I'm turnt up, I know

Huh
Pop a Perc', I feel a vibe (Huh)
Since a jit, been runnin' wild (Huh)
Jump right off the porch and I told momma, "I don't want no job" (Turn up)
I want a trap house with a Glock-9 or a .45 (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma trap hard 'til the nighttime (Yeah, yeah)
We been down bad for a long time
I know, huh
Know they get starstruck when they see a nigga, like, woah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And they see the ice hittin' when they see a nigga (What? Huh)
Oh, you a young nigga, you turnt up, I know (Turn up)
Yeah, bitch, I know (Turn up, yeah, yeah)



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Writer(s): Composer Author Unknown, Dion Marquise Hayes
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