Trauma Tone - I Know lyrics

[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 n***a you say you is (Well how you know though?) Just know that I know, I know, I know (Okay!) Them streets, they f** with me strong And them b**hes gon f** 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 f** n***a 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 n***as 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 n***a this the life I know [Hook] [Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan] Hey, I know that you ain't that n***a you claim to be Despite how much money that I make this sh** ain't changing me I know, I know, I know, a lot of these n***as, they lame to me I'm blown, I smoke what I rolled is with the same n***a that I came in with (Rich Homie baby) I'm on the west coast in a low rider Four b**hes tryna leave with me Ain't enough room and I don't know y'all I'm high as f**, you a low pie I got a pharmacy ho for them narcotics Put a potato on it, make it shoot silent f** wrong with you? You profiling I done made a million dollars and I didn't go to college (f** you mean) And all my n***as 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 n***as left and I told that b**h [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 n***as hatin' that's why I lost the civic And the drophead, of the 71 cutla** 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 n***as that I started with Same young n***as I was robbing with And if these n***as have a problem with Got them automatic pistols no revolver sh** (Bang!) And I know n***as sell they soul, go against they guy f** n***as, playin like they real, living in disguise Homie what you know? [Hook]