I Know - T.Y.

Yeah

You know we get that money nigga

Yo bitch and her friend see that

Haha, yeah

Look

Pull up on a bitch playing old Hot Boys

I’m a hot boy girl you should hop in my car

Nigga asking me did I fuck his hoe

Why you going off what you heard not what you saw

Man down think he need back up

Now I ran out of bullets so I picked the mac up

I’m bout my business I handle that first

Get out of line, end up on a shirt

I know these niggas snitching

I heard these hoes plotting

I know these niggas hating

I know these hoes bopping

Thats why I watch 'em

Look

Real shit they don’t even need lights on

Whole crew walked in with ice on

This strap up grind all night song

And I’m there for my niggas right or wrong

Phone going dim gotta make the convo quick

Everywhere I go boutta hit me a lick

Think that it’s broke by the way that it sit

Let em see me I don’t ride with no tint

Ex — roll up another one not out that pack

But out the other one

Got me a check, went got another gun

I like to drive foreign cars for fun

Make every bitch feel like she the one

Get the pussy once and then I’m done

We ain’t gon' never see rainy days

That’s what my brother Gambino said

Ever since then we’ve been getting cake

Working nonstop nigga motherfuck break

Smoke 'em back to back help me concentrate

And the feds watching like we pushing weight

Jets bitch we so hot

The corporation that never die

Life turned green smoked out my tires

I know these niggas snitching

I heard these hoes plotting

I know these niggas hating

I know these hoes bopping

Thats why I watch 'em

Walk in the spot with the Dickies fit

Already peepin' out which bitch Imma hit

My dog pointed out this one lil chick

Cute face long hair and that ass was thick

I thought to myself these the ones to watch

Cause they’ll get a nigga for the chain and watch

Don’t give a fuck if you got game or not

Aim or not, nigga once your got your got

Fucking up these commas

City to city, they rocking with me

And I’m being honest

Light hit my wrist and all these bitches 'round me blinded

Coming for the set its like you starting up a riot

Can’t do nothing with that, huh

Pull up on a bitch playing old Hot Boys

I’m a hot boy girl you should hop in my car

Nigga asking me why I fuck his hoe

Why you going off what you heard not what you saw

Man down think he need back up

Now I ran out of bullets so I picked the mac up

I’m bout my business I handle that first

Get out of line, end up on a shirt

I know these niggas snitching

I heard these hoes plotting

I know these niggas hating

I know these hoes bopping

Thats why I watch 'em