I Know

[Produced by Rich Homie Quan & Trauma Tone] [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 fuck with me strong And them bitches gon fuck 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 fuck 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 grams 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] Hey, I know that you ain’t that nigga you claim to be Despite how much money that I make this shit 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 is with the same nigga that I came in with (Rich Homie baby) I’m on the west coast in a low rider Four bitches tryna leave with me Ain’t enough room and I don’t know y'all I’m high as fuck, you a low pie I got a pharmacy ho for them narcotics Put a potato on it, make it shoot silent Fuck wrong with you? You profiling I done made a million dollars and I didn’t go to college (Fuck you mean) And all my niggas get 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 shit (Bang!) And I know niggas sell they soul, go against they guy Fuck niggas, playin like they real, living in disguise Homie what you know? [Hook]