Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Know Us , by - Famous Dex. Release date: 20.11.2019
Song language: English
Know Us |
| Hop in the whip and I’m rolling |
| On that gass I’m smoking |
| Got that chopper I’m toating |
| So much money, can’t fold it |
| Look at my pockets, they folding |
| All of my niggas some soldiers |
| These niggas, they know that I’m chosen |
| Look at my neck, it’s so frozen |
| Diamonds, they froze like the polar |
| I jump a 4 in the soda |
| They talkin bout cash, I can show 'm |
| Everywhere we go they know us |
| Money so big, can’t fold it |
| Think she your’s but she hoeing |
| Sucking that dick till the morning |
| Suck on that dick till I’m yauning |
| Ice on my wrist, my neck and my finger |
| It’s so cold like it’s snowing |
| Look at your neck, so boring |
| Droptop in the rain, it’s pouring |
| Remember them years I was broke |
| Now I be selling out shows |
| I’m fucking these hoes |
| Cool with my bros, hit up my bro |
| I got the drip on my clothes |
| I got that bitch on the snow |
| I let the lil bitch do the coke |
| Hop in the whip and I’m rolling |
| On that gass I’m smoking |
| Got that chopper I’m toating |
| So much money, can’t fold it |
| Look at my pockets, they folding |
| All of my niggas some soldiers |
| These niggas, they know that I’m chosen |
| Look at my neck, it’s so frozen |
| Diamonds, they froze like the polar |
| I jump a 4 in the soda |
| They talkin bout cash, I can show 'm |
| Everywhere we go they know us |
| Cash in my pocket, it’s loaded |
| I pull up and drop you at focus |
| I’m sippin the drop with my potion |
| Smoking on gass, we toasting |
| Run up me a cheque, and cop me a coope |
| Toating a 30 that’s right on my hip |
| Smoking on cookie, I’m high as a blimp |
| I don’t know, you niggas |
| chain |
| Sware that you know that my niggas sip soda |
| Say that you cold, my niggas is colder |
| Drive in the lamb, might drive in the rover |
| hit with the toaster |
| Diamonds so white, same color as coka |
| Got that lil bitch and she sniffing coke |
| Get to the chips, ain’t talkin bout |
| Hop in the whip and I’m rolling |
| On that gass I’m smoking |
| Got that chopper I’m toating |
| So much money, can’t fold it |
| Look at my pockets, they folding |
| All of my niggas some soldiers |
| These niggas, they know that I’m chosen |
| Look at my neck, it’s so frozen |
| Diamonds, they froze like the polar |
| I jump a 4 in the soda |
| They talkin bout cash, I can show 'm |
| Everywhere we go they know us |