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I Know Lyrics by Yo Gotti ft. Rich Homie Quan
[Hook: 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 f*ck with me strong
And them bitches gon f*ck 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
[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
You a f*ck 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
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan]
I know that you ain’t that nigga you claim to be
Despite how much money I make this sh!t 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 f*ck, you a low pie
I got a pharmacy ho for them narcotics
Put a potato on it make it shoot silent
F*ck wrong with you? you profiling
I done made a million and I didn’t go to college (F*ck 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
[ Hook ]
[Verse 3: 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 sh!t (Bang!)
And I know niggas sell they soul, go against they guy
F*ck niggas, playin like they real, living in disguise
Homie what you know?
[Hook]
