I know (feat. Rich Homie Quan)

I know, I know, I know

I know, I know, I know (what you know quan?)

You ain’t that nigga you say you is (well how you know though?)

Just know that I know I know I know (okay!)

Them streets, they fuck with me strong

And them bitches gon fuck just because money long

You know that I know I know I know

Well you know that I know it I know it I know

You a fuck nigga and it ain’t a secret

I’m so official they can referee it (they know I am)

Black gun, white work, I got jungle fever

28 On the scale, all I drop is ether (rich homie)

Get money, break bread, gotta feed your people

Every day like thanksgiving, everybody eating

I put work in the hood, let my homies grind

I do what I do to see my niggas shine

I know what I know and man that’s all I know

I take 63 girls and try to make a four

That’s a couple ounces if I get it right

Wanna see my homies rich cuz nigga this the life

I know

Rich Homie Quan:

I know that you ain’t that nigga you claim to be

Despite how much money I make this shit ain’t changing me

I know I know I know a lot of these niggas, they lame to me

I’m blown, I smoke what I rolled the same nigga that I came in with (rich homie baby)

I’m on the west coast in a low rider

4 Bitches tryna leave with me

Ain’t enough room and I don’t know yall

I’m high as fuck, you a low pie

I got a pharmacy ho for them narcotics

Put a potato on it make it shoot silent

Fuck wrong with you? You profiling

I done made a million and I didn’t go to college (fuck you mean)

And all my niggas locked for some work, best believe he goin silent

He don’t know nobody, can’t trust nobody but yo self

So believe me when I tell you that I know about it

When I asked yo ho about it she said me and yo gotti

The realest niggas left and I told that bitch

Yo Gotti:

I wanna see my homies rich forever

I know some secrets, I’ll never tell em

I got some birds but I’d never mail em

You in love with instagram hoes and you ain’t never met em

Pocket full of money, boy I know the feeling

I know that niggas hatin' that's why I lost the civic

And the drophead, of the 71 cutlass on 8’s

And my wife beater on, with my hat to the back started from the bottom like drake

But I’m with the same old niggas that I started with

Same young niggas I was robbing with

And if these niggas have a problem with

Got them automatic pistols no revolver shit (bang!)

And I know niggas sell they soul, go against they guy

Fuck niggas, playin like they real, living in disguise

Homie what you know?