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Dj Twin "They Know Us" Feat. Lil Bibby, G Herbo & Sean Kingston (WSHH Exclusive - Music Video)
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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Dj Twin
Chi Town **** in charge
We got the streets on lock from the east side of Chicago
To the slums of Jamaica
SK, talk to 'em
[Verse 2]
Ask about us in the streets, they know us
All my **** talk heat, they know us
Jugging, running from police, they know us
Ah yeah, they know us, oh yeah, they know us
Mama told me put it down, but I can't though
I'm still trapping out the bando
Mama told me put it down, but I can't, no
I'm on a mission, got it stacked up
Ask about us in the streets, they know us
All my **** talk heat, they know us
Jugging, running from police, they know us
Ah yeah, they know us, oh yeah, they know us
[Verse 3]
So you know I got that money six ways
Get paid young ****, all I do is get paid
I knew I'd be a thug way back in the sixth grade
My mama worked at Mickey D's, she was getting slaved
She said stay up out the streets, if your ass can't take the heat
You better not run from none of that beef
You better not talk to no police
My homie caught a case, start preaching like he Mase
And that OG Bobby Johnson, fuck up out my face
He was selling big pounds, I was counting clean cash
Fucking all these bad bitches, he ain't never had bitches
They know I'm plugged in the streets, they know us
All my **** toting heat, they know us
[Verse 4]
Ask about us in the streets, they know us
All my **** talk heat, they know us
Jugging, running from police, they know us
Ah yeah, they know us, oh yeah, they know us
Mama told me put it down, but I can't though, no
I'm still trapping out the bando
Mama told me put it down, but I can't, no
I'm on a mission, got it stacked up
Ask about us in the streets, they know us
All my **** talk heat, they know us
Jugging, running from police, they know us
Ah yeah, they know us, oh yeah, they know us
[Verse 5]
No limit MB run the east, they know us
Four of them lurking, tote heat, they gon' bust
This ain't a nine or 45, nah this a Draco bruh
Just read me the headline on your tour, still a hundred K on us
Fuck **** wanna kill me, I know how they hate I flexing
Cost me twenty for my trunk, 20 for the necklace
Some of my **** ain't seen 20, that might be his best wish
So if I put 'em up a twenty, write your fam a death wish
[Verse 6]
Play with G Herbo, beretta spit
Growing up, I done did hella shit
Shootouts etcetera, feel like a veteran
That's why I be sipping the medicine
Glock 23, that's a 40 with hollows, I keep it on me like a letterman
In the back of the tint with the stick
Killers, they trillin' my wheel like the president, ****
[Verse 7]
Ask about us in the streets, they know us
All my **** talk heat, they know us
Jugging, running from police, they know us
Ah yeah, they know us, oh yeah, they know us
Mama told me put it down, but I can't, no
I'm still trapping out the bando
Mama told me put it down, but I can't, no
I'm on a mission, got it stacked up
Ask about us in the streets, they know us
All my **** talk heat, they know us
Jugging, running from police, they know us
Ah yeah, they know us, oh yeah, they know us
[Verse 8]
My **** they talk
Written by: Laurence Butler
