Cap 1 ft. 2 Chainz, Ty Dolla $ign – They Know Lyrics
(Verse)
Paid 100$ for some head nigga
Say you ain’t did it
I know a lick is 4 mill, nigga say you ain’t wit it
Now if we hit this lick nigga and you don’t wanna split it
Then it’s bop bop bop to yo motherfuckin 59
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 truck fit
And yea I’m on my own, I’m screamin fuck it
(Verse)
Fuck it, I’m whippin it crazy
I’m ridin the foreign, I’m doin 1-80
My chain so heavy, my brain so deadly
Type of nigga bout a watch and change the benzi
They ain’t never seen me comin like this
Smoking on that gasoline in the VIP with these bigger lean
Fuck a trampoline cus all these bitches wanna do is jump on that dick
I hop on the fence, I’m up in it by co-defendants
Drink codeine for morning sickness
Yo dad was a motherfuckin snitch so nigga you were born a witness
(Verse)
I don’t split, accident forgiveness
Say my name by accident
Well at the end I do the drop
I fuckin pay the paper
This that Meech, I got the finest
You wanna be, be a singing wining
I am gangsta like the greatest cal with a jelly curl on the side
I like fires and breads, I have em stretched
I don’t even know where my phone at
Crib so motherfuckin big, yall don’t even know where my room at
(Hook)
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
Duckin on the low, man I think they know
I think they know, I think they know
I think they know, yea yea I think they know
I think they know, I think they know
I think they know, yea yea I think they know
(Verse)
I think they know it, if they don’t then fuck it I show it
Blow it like you owe it, ordered ase of moet
I don’t get to going back to back and forth
All black I’m wanted, got trophies on, I send it back in the morning
That money comin, tryna stack it enormous
You niggas pussy, fuckin rat on yo 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 maniana
My chain into 100, my belt Feragamo
Go to LA, we the plug in the Quintanas
I’m still the king of my city and they know it
And I paint pictures with 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 wit it then they get extorted
And I’m gone
(Hook)
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
Duckin on the low, man I think they know
I think they know, I think they know
I think they know, yea yea I think they know
I think they know, I think they know
I think they know, yea yea I think they know