All I Know (feat. OG Redd)
J. Shep83Muzik, The Engineers,
That's all I know
That's all I know
That's all I know
That's all I know
All I know is grams and bows
All I know is halves and wholes
All I know is I be solo
Can't tell who my friends or foes
All I know is percs and fen
All I know is streets and pens
I done took too many losses. Bitch, I'm overdue for win
All I know protect the brand
That's why I buy Glocks and chips
All I know is slam on hoes
All I want is thots and bops
All I know is scrape the bowl
All I know is trap or die
All I know I dot that door
I can't forget to grab the fire
All I know
448 catch a plays after plays
You ain't tryna shop, we can't conversate
Shootin' shit just like a film
First 48 broad day, they done brought out yellow tape
Get off the cutie then fuck on the baddie
These niggas be broke in this club with no pape
First degree they say it's premeditated feel when it kick in now I'm perculating
Trap on fire these just keep coming this' Monday through Sunday, my phone stay jumpin'
Fuck out the trap, treat you like a cutthroat
Ain't gotta sack done fucked off the money
Ain't gotta tell me you with me, cause when it get real
I'ma see who gon' be with me gunnin'
Double OG got my stripes out the streets, then I ran up a check, never had a big homie
Keep it few, hoes and a bank roll on me
Talking bout it's up, I put a spankin' on him
I thought you was solid till you changed on me
You take the mat ain't get a name from me
Some days be fast, some of'em slow. I'ma get it if it's sunny or it's rainin' on me
I treat this shit like a job. The trap, that's the office
Late night, early morning
All I know is grams and bows
All I know is halves and wholes
All I know is I be solo
Can't tell who my friends or foes
All I know is percs and fen
All I know is streets and pens
I done took too many losses. Bitch, I'm overdue for win
All I know protect the brand
That's why I buy Glocks and chips
All I know is slam on hoes
All I want is thots and bops
All I know is scrape the bowl
All I know is trap or die
All I know I dot that door
I can't forget to grab the fire
All I know
is roadrunner, check chaser
I got grans for the freebaser
I don't Need no nigga around me
Seem like everyday niggas get faker
Play in traffic before you play with me
I promise that shit's safer
On demand, bitch, I came for bands
Cause all I know get paper
Made 10K up off K2 in Mississippi at core civic
From the streets to behind the wall
I'm a dog, bitch, I'ma get it
I'm the rapper that really trap
Nigga, this rap my only gimmick
You see me in all this gold, it's really me
This ain't no image
On front street, I had mid and crack
Parkway was my one stop shop on second had
Your favorite hair dresser
Making that pussy pop on East Rose
I was wild and door was swanging serving fiends
I was getting drunk with Larry and Too tall
Passing out on lean
If I ain't the definition of trap, to rap, then what it mean
Everyday I'm fresh to death
I sign myself, off slangin clean
I got real percs, fendi percs
Xan and I got beans
Thirty racks up in my pockets like a phone book in my jeans this all I know
All I know is grams and bows
All I know is halves and wholes
All I know is I be solo
Can't tell who my friends or foes
All I know is percs and fen
All I know is streets and pens
I done took too many losses. Bitch, I'm overdue for win
All I know protect the brand
That's why I buy Glocks and chips
All I know is slam on hoes
All I want is thots and bops
All I know is scrape the bowl
All I know is trap or die
All I know I dot that door
I can't forget to grab the fire
All I know
That's all I know
That's all I know
That's all I know
That's all I know
All I know is grams and bows
All I know is halves and wholes
All I know is I be solo
Can't tell who my friends or foes
All I know is percs and fen
All I know is streets and pens
I done took too many losses. Bitch, I'm overdue for win
All I know protect the brand
That's why I buy Glocks and chips
All I know is slam on hoes
All I want is thots and bops
All I know is scrape the bowl
All I know is trap or die
All I know I dot that door
I can't forget to grab the fire
All I know
448 catch a plays after plays
You ain't tryna shop, we can't conversate
Shootin' shit just like a film
First 48 broad day, they done brought out yellow tape
Get off the cutie then fuck on the baddie
These niggas be broke in this club with no pape
First degree they say it's premeditated feel when it kick in now I'm perculating
Trap on fire these just keep coming this' Monday through Sunday, my phone stay jumpin'
Fuck out the trap, treat you like a cutthroat
Ain't gotta sack done fucked off the money
Ain't gotta tell me you with me, cause when it get real
I'ma see who gon' be with me gunnin'
Double OG got my stripes out the streets, then I ran up a check, never had a big homie
Keep it few, hoes and a bank roll on me
Talking bout it's up, I put a spankin' on him
I thought you was solid till you changed on me
You take the mat ain't get a name from me
Some days be fast, some of'em slow. I'ma get it if it's sunny or it's rainin' on me
I treat this shit like a job. The trap, that's the office
Late night, early morning
All I know is grams and bows
All I know is halves and wholes
All I know is I be solo
Can't tell who my friends or foes
All I know is percs and fen
All I know is streets and pens
I done took too many losses. Bitch, I'm overdue for win
All I know protect the brand
That's why I buy Glocks and chips
All I know is slam on hoes
All I want is thots and bops
All I know is scrape the bowl
All I know is trap or die
All I know I dot that door
I can't forget to grab the fire
All I know
is roadrunner, check chaser
I got grans for the freebaser
I don't Need no nigga around me
Seem like everyday niggas get faker
Play in traffic before you play with me
I promise that shit's safer
On demand, bitch, I came for bands
Cause all I know get paper
Made 10K up off K2 in Mississippi at core civic
From the streets to behind the wall
I'm a dog, bitch, I'ma get it
I'm the rapper that really trap
Nigga, this rap my only gimmick
You see me in all this gold, it's really me
This ain't no image
On front street, I had mid and crack
Parkway was my one stop shop on second had
Your favorite hair dresser
Making that pussy pop on East Rose
I was wild and door was swanging serving fiends
I was getting drunk with Larry and Too tall
Passing out on lean
If I ain't the definition of trap, to rap, then what it mean
Everyday I'm fresh to death
I sign myself, off slangin clean
I got real percs, fendi percs
Xan and I got beans
Thirty racks up in my pockets like a phone book in my jeans this all I know
All I know is grams and bows
All I know is halves and wholes
All I know is I be solo
Can't tell who my friends or foes
All I know is percs and fen
All I know is streets and pens
I done took too many losses. Bitch, I'm overdue for win
All I know protect the brand
That's why I buy Glocks and chips
All I know is slam on hoes
All I want is thots and bops
All I know is scrape the bowl
All I know is trap or die
All I know I dot that door
I can't forget to grab the fire
All I know
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Writer(s): Martines Times
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