Ion Know lyrics

[Intro]
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I don't know, I don't know
I don't know, I don't know
Ayy

[Verse 1]
From the D to the D put respect on it
f*ck yo chain, see yo neck I step on it
Better use your head, or I'ma put a check on it
You a lil' b*tch, broke hoe I think less of you
I get money' cause I made it, b*tches hatin'
I can blow all that money that they be saving
Why you playing?
I can make all that money I be wasting
Again and again
I don't know one b*tch no favorite
Know this one b*tch be hating
She ain’t got no morale she a runner in her city
She be touring
They heard I get money in they city like I’m born in this b*tch
The b*tch pus*y wack and her head boring
Ayy
I might see a mill before I get home
Only time you gone touch a mill is on a diss song
Let you know
If you don’t get right, get left wrong
Broads send her home
We gon' get this b*tch gone
Ayy
I get so violent, I am your idol
I don’t need no Co-Signer
She probably praying that this go viral
Know she tired of paying for them ghostwriters
b*tch
(f*ck is these b*tches talking about?)
[Hook]
I don't know, I don't know
It’s the bands or they broke
I don't know, I don't know
b*tches in the same clothes
I don't know, I don't know
Who they f*cking on the low?
I don't know, I don't know
These b*tches in the same clothes
I don't know, I don't know
It’s the bands or they broke
I don't know, I don't know
b*tches in the same clothes
I don't know, I don't know
Who they f*cking on the low?
I don't know, I don't know
These b*tches in the same clothes

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I'ma die a legend
I get on that sh*t real quick, supply extra
How is you real?
'Cause one n*gga got ran by ten extras, ayy
How you beef with a b*tch then di*k suckin'?
How you speak on some sh*t you ain’t with none?
You got ran out the city why you di*k-sucking?
You b*tches getting money? I must've missed some
Yeah, don’t give a f*ck about no lil' b*tch
It’s crazy, y’all both broke and that’s real tea
And it’s the real me
b*tches kill me talkin' 'bout they kill me
Stupid b*tch is you silly?
f*ck if you don’t feel me, pulling off in them benz's
b*tches they acting friendly
Bands I get too many
Looking like a million
All my n*ggas with me
All y’all b*tches pus*y I’ll have my n*ggas kill you
How you drop a diss, you can’t drop a crib?
I won’t reply to these b*tches if they drop again
[Hook]
I don't know, I don't know
It’s the bands or they broke
I don't know, I don't know
b*tches in the same clothes
I don't know, I don't know
Who they f*cking on the low?
I don't know, I don't know
These b*tches in the same clothes
I don't know, I don't know
It’s the bands or they broke
I don't know, I don't know
b*tches in the same clothes
I don't know, I don't know
Who they f*cking on the low?
I don't know, I don't know
These b*tches in the same clothes