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I Know
[Verse 1]
If it ain’t gas, I ain’t smokin’ it
Say the ol’ national’s loccin’ it
Say my ni*** fough was provokin’ it
And I had a pot with a fork in it
And it go skrrt when I turn it
I teach you how to trap, ‘higher learning’
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt when I lean it
Cuban link on Aquafina
Wore big drip to the subpoena
Funky Cold Medina
From the stove, to the arena
Got a side chik missin’, have you seen her?
I’m a big dog, ni*** don’t forget that
I still know where the stick’s at
Know some people who will do you dirty
But I still know where the rinse at
Designer on me, motherfuckin’ mismatch
I never said where the bitch at
I’m tryna right my wronds
I got my Wife on froze
I got the ice that glows
They don’t even sell it in the stores
They don’t make this type no more
[Chorus]
Pull in that bitch, so icy
Ain’t no one gon’ stop me now
Hit like Rocky
Round for round, she fiesty
Put on my chain
Stop me, calling me papi
Ice like hockey, rice, Hibachi
No I got her, but you got a carbon copy, ooh
I know, I know, she needs ooh
I know, I know oh yeah
[Verse 2]
So many bricks, had to Gucci my sweater
Drip like umbrellas, we step in Margiela
She think it’s real, I know I can do better
Cup to the face, tryna keep it together
I know you down for whatever
The ghetto that made you a savage
You built for whatever
Forgeing, my foot on the pedal
I’m pretty sure I’m racing the devil
The ice out my bezel
Got out R-A-D ‘cause it made me a killer
I know the cops and the opps want to kill us
South of LA, we don’t smoke Reggie Miller
Splash of codeine, I could barely remember
My niggas don’t drop a dime on a ni***
You die right there, won’t miss you
Pull up with clips that hang out like they with you
Lost my day one, gotta talk through the pictures
I know when I broke yur heart, you was bitter
I had to vent through a stack and a stripper
Gucci bandana I tied on a pistol
He just drip sauce when I kill ‘em
Saint Laurent on the denim
[Chorus]
Pull in that bitch, so icy
Ain’t no one gon’ stop me now
Hit like Rocky
Round for round, she fiesty
Put on my chain
Stop me, calling me papi
Ice like hockey, rice, Hibachi
No I got her, but you got a carbon copy, ooh
I know, I know, she needs ooh
I know, I know oh yeah
Pull in that bitch, so icy
Ain’t no one gon’ stop me now
Hit like Rocky
Round for round, she fiesty
Put on my chain
Stop me, calling me papi
Ice like hockey, rice, Hibachi
No I got her, but you got a carbon copy, ooh
I know, I know, she needs ooh
I know, I know oh yeah