They Know

[Produced by: Young Chop] [Intro: 2 Chainz] Paid $100 for some head, nigga, say you ain’t did it! I know where a lick is for a mil', nigga, say you ain’t with it! Now if we hit this lick, nigga, & you don’t want to split it Then it’s bow, bow, bow to your motherfuckin' fitted, now! I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck! I pull up in that truck, Pull up in that truck I run that bitch over, call it Trukfit And yeah I’m on my own, I’m screamin' "Fuck it" [Verse 1: 2 Chainz] Fuck it, I’m whippin' it crazy I’m ridin' the foreign, I’m doin' 180 My chain so heavy, my brain so deadly Type of nigga buy the watch & change the bezzy They ain’t never seen me comin' like this Smokin' on that gasoline in the VIP They need ding-a-ling for the trampoline Cause all these bitches want to do is jump on the dick I hop over fence, I’m offended by co-defendants Drink codeine for mornin' sickness Your dad was a motherfuckin' snitch, so nigga, you were born a witness Allstate, accident forgiveness Say my name by accident, We actin' ignorant Doing a drive-by while you playin' different This that Me Time at the finest You won't beat me or see me whinin' I am gangsta like the Raiders cap with a Jheri Curl on the side I like thighs & breasts, I hide from stress I don’t even know where my phone at Crib so motherfuckin big, I don’t even know where my room at! [Hook: Ty Dolla $ign] Whip so fast they say "There he go" Bitch so bad, man, I think she know Turned 100 to a mill, man I think they know Juugin' on the low, man, I think they know I think they know, I think they know I think they know, yeah yeah, I think they know I think they know, I think they know I think they know, yeah yeah, I think they know [Verse 2: Cap 1] I think they know it, if they don’t then fuck it I show it Blow it like you owe it, ordered a case of Moet Y'all get to going back to back in foreigns All black like I’m wanted Got your bitch zoning, send her back in the morning That money coming, trying to stack it enormous You niggas pussy, fucking rat on your homies I think they know it, they know it, they know it I got a plane that’s sittin round the corner I got some bitches here from California Got on my chains, I’m lookin like a dope boy These niggas don’t want it, I put that on mañana My chain into 100, my belt Ferragamo Go to LA, meet the plug at Katanas I’m still the king of my city and they know it And I paint pictures with these words, I’m a poet And I drop the top on my whip, and we soarin' A 50 a check then I’m in it, if niggas stay with it then they get extorted And I’m gone [Hook]