I Know lyrics

[Intro: Hoodbaby Peppa]
Yeah
On God, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
SspikeTrap, you killed it
I know, I know
I know n*ggas envy me, I know
On God
Yeah

[Chorus: Hoodbaby Peppa]
I know, if you pull up on my block, you'll lose vitals
They keep tellin' me, "Stay out the way", I know
Back door open with my stick for the slimes
She said she wanna f*ck, you better make me some racks
And she ain't wanna f*ck when I was broke back in class
Smooth criminal, got fifty slime up in my jeans
n*ggas really envy me, I got so much frenemies
I know, broski itchin', he might take your life, bro

[Verse 1: Hoodbaby Peppa]
Now, let me tell you what I like though
Brown skin baddie from the west, she hold my micro
I swear I get tired countin' all these twenties
I bet she just finger up the trigger, it get wet just like Fiji
Bando made like ten bands, screamin', "Free Luigi"
b*tch tryna feed me, pick on pizza, I don't even eat cheese
I don't even have that b*tch added, she send me TT's
I know that my life is so tragic, so I thank God, please
[Chorus: Hoodbaby Peppa]
I know, if you pull up on my block, you'll lose vitals
They keep tellin' me, "Stay out the way", I know
Back door open with my stick for the slimes
She said she wanna f*ck, you better make me some racks
And she ain't wanna f*ck when I was broke back in class
Smooth criminal, got fifty slime up in my jeans
n*ggas really envy me, I got so much frenemies
I know, broski itchin', he might take your life, bro

[Verse 2: Hoodbaby Rahrah]
Yeah, how you tryna run up? Lose your life, dawg
And I met a baddie with a fatty, and she nice though
I swear I'm the hottest youngin', I don't got no idols
And it's free broski out the cells, he doing time though
Yeah, and he soon come home
Beat it up, no one knows
Pulled up in a four door
Tryna go to Costa Rica
Got your b*tch, she suckin' Delo
In the hood, playin' D up
Lambo or the black Beamer

[Chorus: Hoodbaby Peppa]
I know, if you pull up on my block, you'll lose vitals
They keep tellin' me, "Stay out the way", I know
Back door open with my stick for the slimes
She said she wanna f*ck, you better make me some racks
And she ain't wanna f*ck when I was broke back in class
Smooth criminal, got fifty slime up in my jeans
n*ggas really envy me, I got so much frenemies
I know, broski itchin', he might take your life, bro