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, I know
I know, ah
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
I know, rockin' fancy clothes
Fucked your ex bitch, I got some shit you wanna know
Catch me crusin' through the 9, 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'ma 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 hatin' 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