They Know Us

[Hook: Sean Kingston & Lil Bibby] Ask about us in the streets, they know us All my niggas tote heat, they know us Juggin', running from police, they know us Aw 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 niggas totin heat, they know us Young'n running from police, they know us Aw yeah, they know us, oh yeah, they know us [Verse 1: Lil Bibby] So you know I get that money 6 ways Get paid, young nigga, all I do is get paid I know I be a thug way since I been in sixth grade My mama works at Micky D's, she was getting slaved She say stay up off the streets, if yo' 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 mace 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 niggas talk heat, they know us [Hook: Sean Kingston & Lil Bibby] Ask about us in the streets, they know us All my niggas talk heat, they know us Young'n running from police, they know us Aw 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 niggas talk heat, they know us Young'n running from police, they know us Aw yeah, they know us, oh yeah, they know us [Verse 2: G Herbo] No Limit MB run the east, they know us Foe'nem lurking, tote heat, they gon' bust This ain't a nine or a 45, nah this a Draco bruh Just hit me the headline on your tour, still 100k on us You fuck niggas wanna kill me, I no hate, I be flexing Cost me 20 for my trunks, 20 for my necklace Some my niggas ain't seen 20, that might be his best wish So if I put 'em up a 20, write your fam a death wish Play with G Herbo, baretta spit Growin' up I done did hella shit Shootouts etc. 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 town with the stick They driving my wheel like the president, nigga