IYKYK (They Know Who)

Police knocking on doors

Wanna know who's letting that go

They know who, we know who

I guess if you know you know

You can pick a park

If you don't show up, we're bringing smoke to your home

We lit it up like Christmas

Police knocking on doors

Wanna know who's letting that go

They know who, we know who

I guess if you know you know

You can pick a park

If you don't show up, we're bringing smoke to your home

We lit it up like Christmas

Ho ho ho

They say I'm mad so I'm trigger-happy

Not into the chatting, I'm doing the addy

Can't say too much, I'll run out of luck

Then I'm back again in that paddy

What's the score, add a tally

Your poor mum's next, your daddy

No love 'round here, not Cali'

I swear I'll bag 'em up, no saddy

Grew up with the older

No doubt I'll go to war with your olders

I was hoppin' out the Holden

Big bitch need two hands to hold it

Every problem, we solved it

Emptied the clip, and they bolted

I've got straps without holsters

My trackies keep that from jolting

Mr Shoot 'n' Score

FPO still run that ball

No chit or chat or tit for tat, we turnin them to informs

You can pick a park, if you don't show up we are bringin smoke to ya door

You can pick a park, if you don't show up we are bringin smoke to ya door

See, I done time, for that big bitch

Don't talk to me bout' triggers

Don't try bridge up 'cause trust

We're well known for burnin bridges

Try your luck, you get lifted

Skinny have the long distance

Every drama we been through

None of them dogs went the distance, nah

Police knocking on doors

Wanna know who's letting that go

They know who, we know who

I guess if you know you know

You can pick a park

If you don't show up, we're bringing smoke to your home

We lit it up like Christmas

Ho ho ho

They know it's Skinny a.k.a. that driller

A.k.a. Mr. Get Shit Done

When my shit gets done, they know I squeezed that trigger

I'm prepared to risk it all, they know its smoke when I rock up

All I'm sayin' is they played with my name, the next day my opps got shot

We picked a park, they don't rock up

They talk a lot till we run up

Just gimme the addy and fana

I'll run him down in his bunker

How many times did I call their number

F.T.P. till they free my brother

Don't talk to me about guns

One call away to grip that steel 'cause they know ill get the job done

Fake cunts wanna talk about knocks

I'll show you knocks, I swear on my mum

They call themselves soldiers?

We shot 'em up, they folded

They ran and told their olders

Sawn off pumpy, brother, I'll solve it

Sawn off pumpy, brother, I'll solve it

Police knocking on doors

Wanna know who's letting that go

They know who, we know who

I guess if you know you know

You can pick a park

If you don't show up, we're bringing smoke to your home

We lit it up like Christmas

Ho ho ho