I Know

[Chorus]
3 bands on a stick just to catch me a opp
I know you ain't really with the shits, so why you front in your songs
God damn, remember I ain't have shit so i'ma trap until I'm on
I know what it takes to get rich, so is you really with me for the long run?
Spin his block, we got the wrong one
Drop the top, and get him long gone
Love the money, ain't no love songs
[?]
Re-up pack, and get them drugs gone
Hope God forgiving what I done wrong
Hope God forgiving what I done wrong
Hope God forgiving what I done wrong

[Verse 1]
Hope God forgiving when a nigga sinning
'Cause I'm in the kitchen, put it on a digit
Tryna get these digits, and flex on these bitches
All my niggas saucy, and we do it different
Like damn, I got [?]
I have a plan, but a nigga have bands
Just Henny and 'woods, I got tired of xans
Straight to his block, i'ma take me a cab
You still wit' it in school, no oregano
I'm on his block with a Glock, i'ma let it go
I don't got time for these bitches, they hatin'
I don't got time for these bitches to make statements, yuh
And I ain't snitchin', I ain't being no witness to shit
19, but 17 in my clip
This a word to my opps, you could suck you a dick

[Chorus]
3 bands on a stick just to catch me a opp
I know you ain't really with the shits, so why you front in your songs
God damn, remember I ain't have shit so i'ma trap until I'm on
I know what it takes to get rich, so is you really with me for the long run?
Spin his block, we got the wrong one
Drop the top, and get him long gone
Love the money, ain't no love songs
[?]
Re-up pack, and get them drugs gone
Hope God forgiving what I done wrong
Hope God forgiving what I done wrong
Hope God forgiving what I done wrong

[Verse 2]
I used to feel trapped in, I'm stuck in that trap house
Swear most of these niggas be capping
Don't have what they rap 'bout
[?] like a motherfuckin' half chip
Bought it back on the next round
If I don't got it broski let it rip
Moving sick, you get slapped out, ay, ay
Said I'm on the block and I'm chippin' 'em rocks
Used to be broke, now I'm matching my socks
Now I got sauce it like Sugo
Same nigga with some new ho's
Same nigga with some new bands
True Religion, I don't do those
Off-White from my neck to my pants
Fuck the gang, now she a freak ho'
See, all my niggas be hitters and dealers
And then we go treat that shit like the block
And I ain't cuffin' these ho's, I'm in love with the digits
I gotta go get me some guwop
Used to rob before I was trappin'
Hit a stain, now, I'm laughin'
Off the whipper with a passion
I'm gettin' money, I'm a addict, ay, yuh

[Chorus]
3 bands on a stick just to catch me a opp
I know you ain't really with the shits, so why you front in your songs
God damn, remember I ain't have shit so i'ma trap until I'm on
I know what it takes to get rich, so is you really with me for the long run?
Spin his block, we got the wrong one
Drop the top, and get him long gone
Love the money, ain't no love songs
[?]
Re-up pack, and get them drugs gone
Hope God forgiving what I done wrong
Hope God forgiving what I done wrong
Hope God forgiving what I done wrong