Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Know The Rules, artist - T.I.. Date of issue: 18.03.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Know The Rules |
| Ice my jewelry sport my whips |
| Which one the boss well I’m dat bitch |
| Hang with shooters they gone step |
| From the field that boy like Steph |
| Took a chance bet on myself |
| If he talk crazy on the net |
| Twitter fingers ain’t protected |
| Then like a shower get me wet |
| No back and fourth I swear I mean it |
| Tryna spazz just need a reason |
| He gone step don’t need no molly |
| He at church or at a party |
| Ain’t no peace if I want beef |
| Change my number tryna squash it |
| Same whip just spent yo block |
| If you was smart bitch you’ll watch it |
| Call chi chi it’s a problem |
| Call him cleaner he gone mop it |
| That boy got butter fingers |
| When it’s issues he gone drop em |
| Beat a bitch up out her bags |
| Green light em at the spot |
| Freaky bitches set em up |
| Caught em lackin gettin tip |
| Bitch eat dat dick up |
| No mistake don’t need no hiccup |
| Probably need to watch my temper |
| Cause one call that boy gone stick up |
| Know niggas dead bro |
| That’ll leave you dead broke |
| Give a fuck bout who you is |
| I put dat on yo dead folks nigga |
| Okay now ain’t nobody playing this some serious shit |
| Know my independent bad bitches feel this shit |
| Little girls that ever wanna own businesses |
| Well Tokyo finna tell you what the business is |
| First off fuck yo bitch and the clique you claim |
| Ain’t no conversation we don’t mention names, ay |
| We keep it coming while we running for yo jewels |
| Steady gunning keep on bussin at them fools bitch you know the rules |
| I hate a pussy I can see it in his face |
| Make em beg me just to eat it on his knees he saying grace |
| Thank it’s sweet they catch you with em knock a bitch right out her lace |
| Talk shit and back it up, geek squad I mac’d em up |
| I ain’t worried bout no beef bitch I can walk through any spot |
| I’m gone sign em if they tweakin I’m just tryna make em pop |
| Hoes love throwing subs send a at you really with it |
| Name dropping in them songs we know you ain’t really spinnin' |
| Get from round bitch you wear yo Glock for dress up |
| See me like a ghost tell da bitch to pick his head up |
| Had da baby in 19 2020 ain’t no let up |
| Call whoever bet against me tell that nigga it’s a set up |
| And fuck who ain’t around no regaining my respect ho |
| Moved to the burbs still plugged in the ghetto |
| Real ass bitch get respected by the biggest |
| Heard she dropped a line I ain’t trippin' she ain’t with |
| Fuck nigga |
| Okay now ain’t nobody playing this some serious shit |
| Know my independent bad bitches feel this shit |
| Little girls that ever wanna own businesses |
| Well Tokyo finna tell you what the business is |
| First off fuck yo bitch and the clique you claim |
| Ain’t no conversation we don’t mention names, ay |
| We keep it coming while we running for yo jewels |
| Steady gunning keep on bussin at them fools bitch you know the rules |