Know That lyrics

[Intro]
Boht o ya’ll hoes bahahaha
Rod Wave, what up?
Shot the hundred K
From the 772 to the 727
DJ Shure Fire

[Chorus]
You just, you just got outta school and you ain’t in college
Your friends only say all you care bout is knowledge
I like it, I like you, I swear that I do
I ain’t lying to you and you know that
All these n*ggas be tripping they can’t get no pictures
Okay they pulling out they Kodaks
And you know that (know that)
And you know that (know that)
I’m down for you and you know that
And you know that (know that)
And you know that (know that)
I’m here for you and you know that
And you know that (know that)
And you know that (know that)
I’m down for you and I care for you
And you know that
You know that
You know that
[Verse 1]
Aye, dropped outta school
Hating these dudes (f*ck these n*ggas)
Making that money, I’m counting the money they acting real funny
Because I done started
Getting plenty money in the club and I’m going retarded
But you ain’t get nothing from me
Aye, acting like everything in this world is free
But you know I rock these girls ain’t sh*t to me
They already know how I rock and she is a thot
We get it popping all at my party
Women and all of them off the Molly’s, shawty tripping, aye
Just pull the bottle, chug some Henny girl
Why are you playing with my f*cking emotions
Little n*gga made it out a hero
And you n*ggas tripping but your score is zero
And n*ggas winning yeah we in the lead
pus*y n*ggas you ain’t got no speed
Next door neighbor claiming he want beef
I could give two f*cks about the sh*t that you be saying
n*gga I know where you living
I got plenty [?] if you got
I got plenty n*ggas who would shoot
Run up on me wrong and if a n*gga wanna test
I’m a bust his ass on the way to road, aye
Bust him open like a pinata
I’m the n*ggas told the new chopper
If you real put your motherf*cking hands up
RIP Big Cool, RIP Big Cool, RIP Cool
[Verse 2]

Free all my n*ggas locked down from tryna get it
And rest in peace n*ggas who died tryna make a living
She said she ain’t never had a young n*gga out the trenches
Put that Molly in her body and now baby in her feelings
Can’t decide it when she ride it, I can tell it's been a minute
She can’t decide it when she find out that a n*gga ain’t a gimmick
I’m the real deal baby, the real deal baby
On the road doing shows but I’m still here baby
Shawty is [?] he’ll do baby
In the [?] the [?] I can still chill baby
Need a dose of that dope I’m a pill mill baby
You not a joke I can show you a real n*gga baby
Call a n*gga phone and tell a n*gga she need me
In the car alone Im finna f*ck her to Breezy
Shoulda turn a hoe she remind me of TV
Woulda run the hoe she remind me of Fiji

[Outro]
Yeah yeah uh
DJ ure Fire
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