We Know Lyrics

We Know Lyrics

I got caught up with hustlin', yeah, and kinda rappin'
You gotta be different, all these niggas kinda average
Still in the city, a nickel on me, mill in cash
Show you a tuh, yeah, nigga get bag
Drekk got a Richie, my ex b**ch gettin' mad
Dugg gettin' richer, like why the f**k are you still in cats?
We know who run this b**ch
Condo for the bricks, bows sold on the sixth
Coldest hoes on my dick, yeah, he got one
Lamb truck and the Bent, b**ch, we not done
Demon Hellcat and track, b**ch, we not done
Five bloods in the sprinter, I bet we shot some
'Cause the turntest in the city, they like uh, uh
How the f**k is Mell in Atlanta fightin' a unarmed?
How the f**k is Mell on the lick without a gun on him?
I ain't never called a hoe out and ain't stunt on her
Shoutout to my, everything went right
Send another 10, we gon' flood this b**ch tonight (On Neff)

We know who run this b**ch
f**kin' all the rats, havin' fun with this sh*t
I could've went Rolls but instead I went Uris
They told me buy a house, f**k that, I'm buyin' jewelry
Three phones, all of 'em do a brick
Instead of sellin' 7s, I've been handin' out zips
My youngin' got a problem, good or bad b**ch, I got you
Lawyers fees paid, you know sh*t'll get to droppin'

Put me on a line with Proctor, old head gotta ghost
Tommy on the seed, I don't trust sh*t but the 4s
You and me now we clickin', f**k buyin' Amiri
I done made more in Dickies, turntest nigga in the city
All the link-ups in the A
Doggy did a 6 on the 7, free the H
Wild niggas servin' banks, stressed out about his case
Doggy you need love
Drop a nigga once a month
Drekk know I need drugs
Why the f**k when it was us ain't nobody clap?
Now other niggas gettin' a turn, everybody happy
Instead of askin' for it Doggy, I'ma make it happen
I'll spend my last on my niggas
Big game comin', everybody get a ticket

We know who run this b**ch
f**kin' all the rats, havin' fun with this sh*t
I could've went Rolls but instead I went Uris
They told me buy a house, f**k that, I'm buyin' jewelry
Three phones, all of 'em do a brick
Instead of sellin' 7s, I've been handin' out zips
My youngin' got a problem, good or bad b**ch, I got you
Lawyers fees paid, you know sh*t'll get to droppin'