I Know (feat. Hoodbaby Rahrah)
Yeah
On God, yeah yeah yeah yeah
I know
I know
I know niggas envy me, I know
On God
Yeah, I know
If you pull up on my block, you'll lose vitals
They keep tellin' me stay out the way
Yeah I know (Eugghh)
Back door open wit' my stick for the slatts
She said she wanna fuck
You better make me some racks (On God)
And she ain't wanna fuck when I was broke back in class
Smooth criminal got killy slime up in my genes
Niggas really envy me (On God)
I got so much frienemies (I got so much)
I know, broski itchin' he might take yo life bro
Now let me tell you what I like though (On God)
Brown skin, baddie from the west she hold my pipe bro
Money counter, I swear I get tired
Countin' all these twenties
I like GG's
Finger on the trigger, it get wet, just like Fiji
Bando made like 10 bands (On God)
Screamin' free Luigi
Jakes tryna feed me pig on pizza
I don't even eat cheese
I don't even have that bitch added
She send me tt's
I know that my life is so tragic
So I thank god, please
I know
If you pull up on my block, you'll lose vitals
They keep tellin' me stay out the way
Yeah I know (Eugghh)
Back door open wit' my stick for the slatts
She said she wanna fuck
You better make me some racks (On God)
And she ain't wanna fuck when I was broke back in class
Smooth criminal got killy slime up in my genes
Niggas really envy me (On God)
I got so much frienemies (I got so much)
I know, broski itchin' he might take yo life bro
Yeah, how you tryna run up lose yo' life though
And I met a baddie wit a fatty and she nice though
I swear I'm the hardest youngin' I don't got no idols
And it's free broski out the cells he doing time though
And he soon come home
Beat it up no no
Pulled up in a 4 door
Tryna go to Costa Rica
Got yo bitch she suckin' D up
In the hood playing D up
Lambo or the black Beamer
I know
If you pull up on my block, you'll lose vitals
They keep tellin' me stay out the way
Yeah I know (Eugghh)
Back door open wit' my stick for the slatts
She said she wanna fuck
You better make me some racks (On God)
And she ain't wanna fuck when I was broke back in class
Smooth criminal got killy slime up in my genes
Niggas really envy me (On God)
I got so much frienemies (I got so much)
I know, broski itchin' he might take yo life bro
On God, yeah yeah yeah yeah
I know
I know
I know niggas envy me, I know
On God
Yeah, I know
If you pull up on my block, you'll lose vitals
They keep tellin' me stay out the way
Yeah I know (Eugghh)
Back door open wit' my stick for the slatts
She said she wanna fuck
You better make me some racks (On God)
And she ain't wanna fuck when I was broke back in class
Smooth criminal got killy slime up in my genes
Niggas really envy me (On God)
I got so much frienemies (I got so much)
I know, broski itchin' he might take yo life bro
Now let me tell you what I like though (On God)
Brown skin, baddie from the west she hold my pipe bro
Money counter, I swear I get tired
Countin' all these twenties
I like GG's
Finger on the trigger, it get wet, just like Fiji
Bando made like 10 bands (On God)
Screamin' free Luigi
Jakes tryna feed me pig on pizza
I don't even eat cheese
I don't even have that bitch added
She send me tt's
I know that my life is so tragic
So I thank god, please
I know
If you pull up on my block, you'll lose vitals
They keep tellin' me stay out the way
Yeah I know (Eugghh)
Back door open wit' my stick for the slatts
She said she wanna fuck
You better make me some racks (On God)
And she ain't wanna fuck when I was broke back in class
Smooth criminal got killy slime up in my genes
Niggas really envy me (On God)
I got so much frienemies (I got so much)
I know, broski itchin' he might take yo life bro
Yeah, how you tryna run up lose yo' life though
And I met a baddie wit a fatty and she nice though
I swear I'm the hardest youngin' I don't got no idols
And it's free broski out the cells he doing time though
And he soon come home
Beat it up no no
Pulled up in a 4 door
Tryna go to Costa Rica
Got yo bitch she suckin' D up
In the hood playing D up
Lambo or the black Beamer
I know
If you pull up on my block, you'll lose vitals
They keep tellin' me stay out the way
Yeah I know (Eugghh)
Back door open wit' my stick for the slatts
She said she wanna fuck
You better make me some racks (On God)
And she ain't wanna fuck when I was broke back in class
Smooth criminal got killy slime up in my genes
Niggas really envy me (On God)
I got so much frienemies (I got so much)
I know, broski itchin' he might take yo life bro
Credits
Writer(s): Hoodbaby Peppa
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