I Know

Lyrics

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] Slime In the back of the car, I ain't wastin' no time Tell that hoe let me feel on her body (Feel on her body) I'ma post in that '8 with a pole on my waist With a whole lotta racks in my pocket I'ma real street nigga, I don't need no safe (Slime) Matter fact, I just got a deposit (Deposit) Every time I go hard, they can't stop it (Can't stop) I ain't lettin' it go 'cause I got it Everybody talk down, half done be fakes Nigga, watch how I walk in and walk out Nigga gotta calm down for to get him a [?] But I stay with that strap for when shit pop off Forty grand on yo' head, nigga, watch how you talk I'm a 38 Baby, I'm straight out that Nawf We don't do this for clout, you can get it right now We be layin' dow law, nigga, fuck what you thought (Give a fuck what you thought) [Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] And I notice that I'm chosen He died from his words, they was all spoken (Fuck that nigga) My nigga, fuck whatchu' heard, we run down on him (Ayy 4KTrey, Free D-Dawg) They tried to take us, ever since, mayne, we been on him This for my nigga, he been trappin' for so long Hope that you get on, I got yo' back, that's right or wrong Post on that block, we get it on With a bag full of stones and a stolen firearm Just prayin' that we make it home, I feel you, nigga [Verse 2: VL Deck] Yeah, I came from trappin' and rappin' (What else?) Clip on my hip, shoot a movie, what's happenin'? He tryna tax me, strip 'em and blast 'em 32 hole, ain't no Molly this jacket I press a button, this shit can get drastic Houdini his block, yeah, we hit it with magic I keep the sticks, [?] ain't lackin' I'm in the streets so I'm movin' with tactics I purchase a pack with the backend Gotta show love when the bags in (Bags in) Bad hoe look when we walk in Pretty lil' bih' got a build, ten I keep the racks on me, more than ten No way I lose, I cheat to win YB my brother, my evil twin Droppin' the bags on they necks to [?] I made a way off vacuum seal I made a vow I would never squeal Random bullets when the Mac rip I'm behind you niggas like an ad-lib I'm wippin' [?], got bread still All of my diamonds, they super clear Sixty thousand for the Rollie watch Plus my [?] cost me like three bands [Verse 3: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] I told that bitch I needed a perky before I lay down and fuck Get them bands out the trap, we gon' load up the truck I need mo' and mo' money, I can't get enough If they set up they shop, where we at, punt it up Real hitta, no flodgin', he up, it go dumb When you playin' with me, bitch, you killin' yo' self We gon' bring you that smoke however you want Double G, 4KTrey, put that on Dump Nobody safe, if you play, you get slumped Took off and I landed, not ready to launch If I never do nun', I'ma rep where I'm from Everywhere that I go, I'ma tote me a gun Screamin' "Fuck all these niggas who ain't give me nun'" Every time that it's war, I be pushin' a button Got it out of the dirt, I don't owe a bitch nun', gang [Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] And I notice that I'm chosen He died from his words, they was all spoken (Fuck that nigga) My nigga, fuck whatchu' heard, we run down on him (Ayy 4KTrey, Free D-Dawg) They tried to take us, ever since, mayne, we been on him This for my nigga, he been trappin' for so long Hope that you get on, I got yo' back, that's right or wrong Post on that block, we get it on With a bag full of stones and a stolen firearm Just prayin' that we make it home, I feel you, nigga