K-Hard, R20 - You Already Know

You already know
Two tables in the front homie
You already know
And bring them bottles when you done with it
You already know
Just cause she sippin I don't cuff Ni**a
The milly boys marathon b*tch just run with it
You already know
Left side of the club bounce
you already know
The right side be the side I buggs out
You already know
Just ask the driver outside homie
And if they ask what we doing with this cash tell him
You already know

(R20 1st Verse)

If you like me then you know me
If you know me then you love me
I call all my haters P**sy cause they pushes
Never shove me I got shovels in my front yard
all the ho*s dig now say she want to get it in
I aint never in town lying around corner
A cloud of marijuana a thousand of my opponents
Not one mother F**ker want it, lame ni**a residue
All in your components tell me how do you condone it
That's a problem to the owners I be on that twenty vision sh*t
Call me twenty visionary last call flow b*tch
Bars from the cemetery all these ni**as actors
Tyler Luke and Matthew Perry wouldn't watch it if you
Pay me, rather rock with Katy and before I walk in all
These Ni**as need to space out all up on my d*ck
Got that sh*t about to chafe out they thirst for that fake out
Porsche and the lake house been keeping ni**as hungry
Like its Chinese takeout.

(Chorus)

You already know
Two tables in the front homie
You already know
And bring them bottles when you done with it
You already know
Just cause she sippin I don't cuff Ni**a
The milly boys marathon b*tch just run with it
You already know
Left side of the club bounce
you already know
The right side be the side I buggs out
You already know
Just ask the driver outside homie
And if they ask what we doing with this cash tell him
You already know

(K-Hard) 2nd Verse

Sporty money long Barry Gordy
Now make that booty clap like you really owe me
Sin city we been gritty the crew with me
PaperMilli it's our world f*ck with me,
I get bread and yall bi**hes better eat up,
Spit that fire boy big head roll the weed up
Red berry ciroc overflow blowing hella smoke,
Forced to laugh need a better joke, aint even holla
She just saw the neck blinging and what's with all the hate
Y'all don't even like women, we gets busy from south beach
To palm springs east coast to west coast is our thing
A thousand at the door that mean that club pack
Go ahead and let it off can't hear that gun clap,
They on that high horse lines of that cocaine

He gone hit that up and you gone that feel the sh*t in you vein.