Ion Know

(Ayy) uh, uh, ayy

Ayy, ayy, ayy

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I be out here fuckin' up the streets

All you weak-ass rappers, y'all be fuckin' up the beats

When I'm done fuckin', bitch, don't try to go to sleep

You a dirty-ass bop, you just suckin' up the heat

Ayy, we don't need no new niggas, we fine

Choppa hit yo' ass, make you fast-forward and rewind

I be posted up like a street sign

I don't know about you and yo' gun, but I keep mine

I smoke niggas and I smoke weed

And yo' dead homie smokin' like some OT

Ayy, I finessed him out a whole P

Told his ass it was hot but it was OG

Ayy, used to play the six, but now we play the eights

Don't ride down this block 'cause we play with Dracs, bitch

I got on VLONE, by the way

And I'm smokin' on VLONE by the tray (ayy, ayy, ayy)

Run up on me wrong, you die today

And I'm bustin' off this mid, today is not the day (ayy, ayy)

And watch how you move and what you say

We turned him to a pack, that boy smoke like 1K, ayy

How you with it and you don't own a gun?

Yeah, you 'round a lotta niggas

But when you die, you the only one

High speed, take 'em on a run

Glock 23, I love it so much, I can't even throw the gun (hold on)

Who this car? Got me watchin' in my rearview

Oh, that's the opps, yeah, I spotted 'em with a clear view

I shot him once, that boy thought he got hit with two

When those hollows spread, it get hard to move

Shoulda hid his .9 on his waist, now he paralyzed from the waist

Now his people cryin' at the wake 'cause it's niggas dyin' every day

Niggas dyin' every day, bullets flyin' every way

Shot him in this face, now he literally dead weight

Bron'ems at the six, I had to move up the street

I keep my blick, you the type to have your move up the street

Just to hide the blicks, I got a lil' move up the street

And she gon' suck and fuck me good until a nigga go to sleep

Got a drop on Lil Moe, I suggest you don't pull up

I'ma have this bitch pointed, I suggest you don't look up

Them young niggas pop out 'cause they hit your top, they fuck shit up

We might show up at yo' party, fuck yo' function up

Didn't they tell y'all not to fuck with them strappers?

Since he actin' like a child, we gon' kidnap him

I get niggas wrapped up, I just like rappin'

Make a nigga disappear, poof, like magic

Glock hold 32, that's magic

If I shoot the whole thing, just imagine, that's tragic

We got a lot of Glocks that's out the D side

And if a nigga decide to live, we gon' have to retry, bitch!

I be out here fuckin' up the streets

All you weak-ass rappers, y'all be fuckin' up the beats

When I'm done fuckin', bitch, don't try to go to sleep

You a dirty-ass bop, you just suckin' up the heat

Ayy, we don't need no new niggas, we fine

Choppa hit yo' ass, make you fast-forward and rewind

I be posted up like a street sign

I don't know about you and yo' gun, but I keep mine