I Know Lyrics

Fetch me their souls

DT Beats

I know it's hard tryna walk around with your head up, nigga

Especially when you ain't got your bread up

I thought a nigga that ain't never did shit said something, man

I been chillin' fuck it now I'm fed up

I put my all into this shit and I ain't have no spare bucks

You can't name a nigga dead or alive that scared us

Man, y'all niggas dick ridin', when yall start wearin' buffs

I got a couch and a crib, I ain't buyin' one in the club

I ain't even really tryna talk, I'm tryna run it up

The chopstick came with a drum, that hold a hunnid plus

This bitch want fuss, I'm just tryna bust

I ain't had to pop him when I pop, its end of discussion

This Draco ain't come from U.S., man, that bitch Russian

And I think my Gen 5 racist

Been pushin P like Halliburton Indiana Pacers

My brother got a lawyer, I'm just prayin' he beat all the cases

Summertime over, I'm bout to see a lot of frozen faces

Finna mask up every day like I be robbin' banks

All my niggas movin' militant like we be drivin' tanks

Did I ever really give a fuck, man, I'm just tryna think

No, I never did, niggas mad, they shit trash, can't without the metal lid

I don't give a fuck about your day, bitch, I'm tryna get up in them ribs

Niggas mad cause I'm on shit, it is what it is

I hope they never understand me, really ain't drop

When I drop, I'm tryna get a Grammy

I'm a real deal motherfucker, I be hittin' grannies

Fell in love with the trap shit when I was hittin' bandies

I came in on my own wave, then I enhanced it

I was gettin' paid every two weeks, I gotta advance it

Niggas doin' too much talkin', time to advance it

Niggas keep comin' up short where your pants at

My soul came out of hell, that's where your man's at

This bitch cheatin' on the same nigga that she got tatted

I ain't arguein' with hoes, you can have it

The way we shoot a turn, a single shot, to semi-automatic

Time really money, man, I should've bought the patek

Man, you should've stayed down like basement, now he up in the attic

Everybody that I sold turned to a addict

Every bitch that I touched turned to a baddie

You should've pulled out that one bitch, now you the baby dad

Yall shouldn't be allowed to have kids, it's finna make me mad

Niggas got a lot of bad thoughts, but that don't make me bad

A nigga know a lot of sad cases, that don't make me sad

Somebody told me I'm desensitized

Swear to God, you wanna see the devil, look me in my eyes

You only get one life, so treat it like a prize

All these rappers get rich off tellin' lies

If you ain't got no money, don't nobody care if you alive

This that trap music, gotta do some therapy inside

Niggas trap, I don't care if he wild

Niggas quick with that shit, bitch, start gettin' loud

Bitch, yeah

You ain't know that shit

That's short for shut the fuck up, keep that shit quiet

Keep that shit to yourself before you get that belt, nigga