They Know - Slowed Down

Yeah this been a long fucking time coming
I've been waiting to say that shit, (uh, bitch)
Yuh, this was all

Word of mouth, came a long way
From moving dime bags in the park in the middle of the dark
In the spark to a long J
And get it your own way
Cuz I was in chopwood had a lot of goods
Couple of hoes where your bitch stay well that's my hood, I'm
Good as I can be, what I can be
Is in the middle of the mix
Never been a trick but I want that candy
She see a chip, she want the anti
I'm a pimp don't need a plan B
I'm too wise, arrested two times boy it's no wonder that her father can't stand me
Oh and I'm a asshole
Only give a fuck about that pole, that pole
With her tits out and her ass throwed
Throwin' dollars up that's cash flow
Blat, so ride it til' it fall off the axle
Why you throwin' hoods up boy it ain't that cold
You can get took up through there by the backdoor
And I'm all white but my soul it like a black hole boy
And my team off the wall
Now we on the ground homie
Orlando Florida, that's my town homie
And I run that shit
Do this here for my people
And I blow 19 blunts for the 19 years living in a world that's so lethal, this is the sequel

Cuz I've been around the block before
Not a killer but I've held that glock before
Not a dealer but I used to cop the dro
Got caught with a couple O's
Now I'm getting back to the racks and the cops they know
They done been around the block before
Not a killer but I've held that glock before
Not a dealer but I used to cop the dro
Got caught with a couple O's
Now I'm getting back to the racks and the cops they know

I'm good anywhere
Make sure the Arm & Hammer it snows there
I'm known from Atlanta to Orlando yeah I'm known there
Neighborhood so bad not even fucking Santa goes there
You can cut the bullshit short, like Amber Rose here
Wake up in the morning 8:00 sharp
And I'm back to the trap til' the next day
No lie all day serve fiends all night making money clippin' hair like a fresh fade
Tote a pole, so much money inside of my pocket fuck around they might overdose
Overlord, still gotta have a ton coming down from the south of San Antonio
Yeah they know it's raw
And they know I roll
Tell her saddle up like a motherfucking rodeo
Fuck her one time and I do it so good that the bitch treat me like my name was Romeo
(Cough) Let me breathe in breathe out on to the next blunt
I'm just tryna make another motherfuckin' $100,000 in the next month
One of them artist that go to jail more than TIP
Tell 'em Caskey went from ashy to classy kinda like he's B.I.G
Standing in the VIP rolling molly on the couch
Screaming all I do is win kinda like I'm DJ Khaled

Cuz I've been around the block before
Not a killer but I've held that glock before
Not a dealer but I used to cop the dro
Got caught with a couple O's
Now I'm getting back to the racks and the cops they know
They done been around the block before
Not a killer but I've held that glock before
Not a dealer but I used to cop the dro
Got caught with a couple O's
Now I'm getting back to the racks and the cops they know
(What?!)



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Writer(s): Jason Deford, Brandon Robert Caskey, Karl Powell Jr.
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