Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song They Know, artist - High RollazDate of issue: 14.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
They Know |
| Lil bitty bitch, it’s Rich Gang or don’t bang |
| Young Cas, High Rollaz |
| All that other shit’s some fuck shit |
| I don’t tuck a chain, I just tuck a burner |
| And I ain’t gotta touch it, I just send a runner |
| Whole team down till we came up |
| Clique ain’t never changed, bitch, we leveled up |
| Man, fuck the foreign, pull up Impala |
| We’re grade A scammers, talking top dolla |
| Some bad bitches, top shelf marijuana |
| Niggas OD, lit like there ain’t tomorrow |
| Super unleaded what we roll up |
| Yellow diamonds brighter than a school bus |
| Now I’m counting hunnids till my hands blue |
| Once the work touch down, it get ran through |
| They know, they know |
| Top shelf, we only blow that fuego |
| Four lines I pour up with my drink, oh |
| I got my relish, jumping on the payroll |
| Oh they know, oh they know |
| Top shelf, we only blow that fuego |
| Four lines I pour up with my drink, oh |
| I got my relish, jumping on the payroll |
| Oh they know, oh they know |
| I’m trapping with the Molly, Santana, and I feel like Fredo |
| I fuck with shorty on the low and that’s some shit that they know |
| I got two Dracos in the house, I ain’t got time to lay low |
| My big bro riding with me, made his whole come up on yayo |
| Sip forty ounces in public houses |
| No security or bouncers, we shoot at counselors |
| Lil bitch with me throwing tantrums, we off at mansions |
| How I left here in a bucket, came back in a Phantom? |
| How I left here with two pistols, came back with a ransom? |
| White girl in the trunk with me, I call it «Marilyn Manson» |
| Second that you get the sack they start to think you handsome |
| Got that dirty in my cup, girl, we been dirty dancin' |
| That’s some shit that they know |
| They know, they know |
| Top shelf, we only blow that fuego |
| Four lines I pour up with my drink, oh |
| I got my relish, jumping on the payroll |
| Oh they know, oh they know |
| Top shelf, we only blow that fuego |
| Four lines I pour up with my drink, oh |
| I got my relish, jumping on the payroll |
| Oh they know, oh they know |
| Your bitch’ll count it till her hand blue |
| Fronting on that fake shit what we can’t do |
| Money on the counter, got that money counter |
| Feeling like I’m 50, bitch, I got that power |
| My hustle timeless, nigga, I gotta get it |
| My struggle lie on couple dimes, nigga, I gotta flip it |
| From no pot to piss in, feeling so |
| And now my diamonds be shining just off of my ambitions |
| Fuck your honor, your, your propositions |
| My designer drippin' off the side like when that water whippin' |
| Now we far from whippin', blowing that fuego |
| High Rolla life, represent so they know |
| They know, they know |
| Top shelf, we only blow that fuego |
| Four lines I pour up with my drink, oh |
| I got my relish, jumping on the payroll |
| Oh they know, oh they know |
| Top shelf, we only blow that fuego |
| Four lines I pour up with my drink, oh |
| I got my relish, jumping on the payroll |
| Oh they know, oh they know |