I Know

Uh, ay, what, what what
 All these bitches, they be blowing up my phone
 R.I.P. Jack
 I know, I know
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 I know (R.I.P. Jack)
 I know
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 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, rockin' fancy clothes
 Fucked your ex bitch, I got some shit you wanna know
 Catch me cruisin' through the nine, 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'm a 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 hating 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