I Know

Lyrics

[Intro: Webbie] (Fo' sho') Trill E.N.T young savage I'm a motherfucking fool Check me out [Chorus] Nigga, my wrist, a fool and my neck, is too Yeah, I know, I know, I know, I know You got it straight, lil' boo And with them lips, she get low Yeah, I know, I know, I know, I know [Verse 1: Webbie] Nigga, you's a hoe, nigga, I'm showroom flo', lambo do' Twenty fo', bad bitch pro, purple weed, smoke pure white dope Type of nigga, you ain't never seen befo' She's so G code, deep throat, beast mode Man a nigga wrist froze and it ain't even much cold Sittin' low, another ticket it'll be all a nigga need One of them bitches pull me over and fuck up all a nigga weed I got all the lil' freaks, callin' all a nigga thieves Tellin' lies to 'em whatever that it takes to get me I be blockin' beatin' blingin' phone ringin' off the leash Kids run and try to see me haters stuntin' tryna be me I fuck 'em 'til they sleepy, I duck 'em soon I leave 'em Don't trust 'em, I don't need 'em, I know you see me eatin' I made y'all believers, I bet now y'all believe me I wear the trill chain round a hoe just to tease her [Chorus] Nigga, my wrist, a fool and my neck, is too Yeah, I know, I know, I know, I know You got it straight, lil' boo And with them lips, she get low Yeah, I know, I know, I know, I know [Verse 2: Young Dro] I'm Nitro, whip full of geico 07 Kawasaki green motorcycle When I was locked up I was goddamn iso Fuck you bitch I'm bad like Michael Slugs knock the meat up out yo ass like lipo Ten grand get a nigga killed with a rifle My penthouse taller than the goddamn Eiffel I rap for the money but I'm used to selling white coke Ralph Lauren, white low strategize typo Ask Jim Carrey, I'm a dog like milo Might go, overseas wet vet mob I'm swimming in Aruba with the hammerhead sharks When I whip out the benz the phantom get parked Tote brown linen, probably getting shot Now you the type a nigga prolly getting This a ol' school boy, 87 sharp (Dro) [Chorus] Nigga, my wrist, a fool and my neck, is too Yeah, I know, I know, I know, I know You got it straight, lil' boo And with them lips, she get low Yeah, I know, I know, I know, I know [Verse 3: Webbie] Man I'm so iced out (Iced out) And running ya mouth about a G will get you so lights out I fuck ya hoe lights out, all on the floor at the house But I don't go to the house 'cause I don't trust her at all I had to hustle to ball, now I just thug it and ball And they done went for my chain, and I done went for they brain Got pistols hotter than pain, my diamonds shine in the paint Flip-flop change colors like some fools in the game My hoes can fill up a bus, my niggas pull up in trucks Man I'm a nation wide artist, you still local as fuck Do I sound focused or what? man just check out the cuts I'm feeling go head and retire I just made twenty one And the doubters can keep doubting The pouters can keep pouting, bad bitches keep shouting Jail niggas just hold it down 'cause it ain't gone be long Just keep on being strong, take a picture of my mothafuckin' arms [Chorus] Nigga, my wrist, a fool and my neck, is too Yeah, I know, I know, I know, I know You got it straight, lil' boo And with them lips, she get low Yeah, I know, I know, I know, I know