I Know

I was coolin' for a minute but i'm back now

From the sea, to the P, to the Tac Town

Big bully bitch, I ain't never known to back down

7 point 6 2 will blow a dumb bitch back down

I know you are

Going to die

I know you are

Going to die

If it's dead , leave it dead

I ain't picking it up

I got a 100 round drum

In the back of the truck

I was tired of her bitching

Now she packing it up

I made her fork over the load

With the mags in the trunk (ooh)

I know you are

Going to die

I know you are

Going to die

He finna die if I catch em

In then twitter threads

I got fifty reasons why

I'm toting many men

I told God to forgive me

Ima sin again

And i'm sorry if I ever need to spin again

If I ain't got it on me then the clicc got it

Gun for a street ****, it's like a wallet

Pack the monolex turn into a work truck

Scramble the location we 'bout to murk something

Yeah i got street technology

Let it spray wet the streets in biology

You know my philosophy

Finish 'em off they shoulda never started me

You know how we do, turn 'em into wagyu

Want the shoes Want the belt and the bag too

Bought my bitch some new titts and a ass too

Went to super charge range in a Jag too

Got a K , 38 and a mack too

You know i'm down to catch fades and I blast too

Ain't no secrets, they know that the rag blue

Up the clip on yo ass and it's bad news

I know you are

Going to die

I know you are

Going to die