I Know (remix) Lyrics - Waka Flocka Flame

Y'all hooting and hollerin' about who's hotter 

Got 28 sales next month man 

Just closed two deal on my Email and my iPad 

30, 000 feet in the air I'm like that 

Back in this bitch, yeah I'm back in this bitch 

If that bitch get to spazzing, I'm axing that bitch 

And I'm asking you rappers, do you ask your bitch for permission to sit down and piss? (Pussy!) 

I'm actually rapping 'bout factual shit 

Couple hundred on chains put that on my bling 

I'm a savage, I'm blessed and they asking you shit 

And you do too much, niggas get slapped like a bitch 

I make in a week what you make in a year 

Eight figure, nigga, so let that be clear 

I captain you niggas, please let me steer 

For hope for your niggas, and that shit is weird 

Yeah, you got a single - your swagger so boring 

I swear I feel like imma never stop touring 

They claiming it's time to bring races together 

They come to my shows, get wasted together 

Party together 

Smoke one together 

I'm changing the world, y'all hope for the better 

My business I handle 

You rappers just rebel 

They tell me "Come back", but the game is in shambles 

And it's just a shame, they come in my lane 

They want that old Flocka, that Hard in the Paint 

They feel so authentic, you artists is lame 

Face, car, I got credit charged into the game 

I matched in the gas and I mastered my craft 

School of hard knocks, got my Masters in math 

I count them like Scooter, then go see my jeweler 

Oh y'all some OGs, I'm original shooter 

They screaming "Free Gucci!" and yelling out "Squaad!" 

Like y'all niggas knew us, man y'all niggas frauds 

I sell to Atlantic, but don't need a deal 

Please do not panic, return of the real 

(Flocka!) 

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My niggas got hit with the R.I.C.O.(why?) 

We come in the prison with choppers like I'm freeing Chapo? 

My niggas got hit with the R.I.C.O. (you know) 

Flockaveli a classic, so please stay tuned for the sequel 

They tweeting and talking and dissing and blogging 

Try me in July, you be missing by August 

My chick is a boss, my clique full of bosses 

You soft as that pillow you talking... on, gone 

Fu-Fuck fu-fuck it I'm back 

Put your hands up front, to the back 

Swiss blade to your jawline 

It's our time 

Imma count down from 10, draw 9s 

Fuck the confederate flag 

Looking racist in his face and ass 

Why you hate me cause I'm black? 

The police arrest us, blast us, trap us, athletes, rappers, actors 

Put a picture up and act like a pastor, please 

Shhhh-shit! 

Photos 

Man, I should be touching the people 

Still hustle like hustle is legal (squad, squad) 

Boy, I'm feeling like I'm Bugsy Siegel 

Loordd, deliver me from evil (please) 

Loordd, who the fuck are these people? 

This is a chapter, a verse and a testament 

Post for the reference, I think it's evident 

If police start asking, y'all giving up evidence 

I free all my niggas, soon as I'm President 

And fuck Donald Trump, man 

I'm sending you straight to Mexico to live in, motherfucker 

I'm out, man, Flockaveli 2 coming soon I swear 

A lot of rappers slain 

My young niggas asking "Can I snatch his chain?" 

Look down, said "I though the same thing" (ya dig!) 

Flockaveli 2, middle finger fame 

(I'm with the shit!) 

Made a million dollars off of rapping 

Made a million dollars off of trapping 

Made another quarter million off of capping 

Flockaveli 2