Know That [feat. French Montana] - 2 Pistols, French Montana

Call 'em mister, never get your ho back

Hunned grands I throw that

Never get your ho back

Hunned grands I throw that

Never get your ho back

Hunned grands, I throw that

Never get your ho back

Know that, know that

Never get your ho back

Know that, know that

Never get your ho back

Coke boy before rap, it’s blood money, but you know that

Better cuff your ho, cause I snatch it bro

I’ll have her sucking dick in that maybach

They were hating on me, that payback

Keep that thang on me stay strapped

Throwing money, 10 racks, your ho fucking, asap

My swisher loud nigga, I can’t hear a thing

I lick that pussy ball like mister clean

My cup muddy boy I’m on that fuckin' lean

2 pistols, but what’s my nick name

Thousand chains, fresh, she call that

One more flow back

Bullets hit you colder mister

Never get your ho back

Fuck that bitch cause steak up

All that grind, got the cake up

Get so high, might never wake up

Put it in the pot, bread to break up

Got the streets you know that

Their respect you owe that

Pay a fall, better ho, cause my niggas grow that

Put on niggas head, serving niggas cold

Colds, iced out, like you seen the …

Man your ho wanna suck a nigga

Man your ho wanna fuck a nigga

I hit it then I quit it

Hasta la vista, Arnold Schwarzenegger

Semiautomatic, both pistols

I ball, you a broke nigga

Winter time, chinchilla

Wine and dine, I’m a pimp nigga

Rolex on my arm cost a whole brick

I chucked a whole bomb, then I scoop your bitch

You thought that she was at work, she was on my dick

2 pistols, but what’s my nick name