I Know

Uh, ay, what, what what All these bitches, they be blowing up my phone R.I.P. Jack I know, I know I know, I know I know, I know I know, I know I know (R.I.P. Jack) I know I know, I know, I know All these bitches, they be blowing up my phone I know, I know, yeah Aye, double cup the styrofoam I know, I know Do your dance on that bitch, I know I know, I know, I know, I know I know, rockin' fancy clothes Fucked your ex bitch, I got some shit you wanna know Catch me cruisin' through the nine, posted at the corner store I just got some drop, go cop me a faygo Got groupie hoes on my dick and they do what I say so Went to the bank, then dipped to the crib so I can change clothes She see my ice, then she know that I'm a boss She wanna fuck me, cuff me, but I ain't with that shit Cuban Jesus Piece around my neck, it look like dirty piss I'm at the trap house making plays, I drop a stack to make it flip The same niggas that's hating on me, girlfriend ride all on my dick You say you hate me, but you stalk my page, you fucking hypocrite I know, I know I know, I know All these bitches, they be blowing up my phone I know, I know, yeah Aye, double cup the styrofoam I know, I know Do your dance on that bitch, I know I know, I know, I know, I know