Lyrics Know The Rules - T.I., Tokyo Jetz

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