Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Know That’ by 2 Pistols. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 2 Pistols or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Hold up mister, never forget your homie
Hunned grands I throw that
Never forget your homie
Hunned grands I throw that
Never forget your homie
Hunned grands, I throw that
Never forget your homie
Hunned grands, I throw that, throw that, throw that
Never forget your homie
Throw that, throw that
Never forget your homie
Throw that, throw that
Never forget your homie
Throw that, throw that
Never forget your homie
Coke boy before rap, it’s blood money, what you know that
Better cuff your hoe, ’cause I snatch it bro
I’ll have her sucking dick in that maybe
They were hating on me, but it payback
Keep that thang on me stay strapped
Throwing money, ten racks, your hoe fucking, ASAP
My swisher loud nigga, I can’t hear a thang
I like that pussy ball like mister clean
My cup muddy boy I’m on that fuckin’ lean
2 Pistol, but what’s my nick name
Hold up mister, never forget your homie
Hunned grands I throw that
Never forget your homie
Hunned grands I throw that
Never forget your homie
Hunned grands, I throw that
Never forget your homie
Hunned grands, I throw that, throw that, throw that
Never forget your homie
Throw that, throw that
Got the streets you know that
Throw that, throw that
Never forget your homie
Throw that, throw that
Got the streets you know that
Thousand chains, fresh, she call that
One more flow back
Bullets hit you colder mister
Never forget your homie
F*ck 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 hoe, ’cause my niggas grow that
Put on niggas head, serving niggas cold
Colds, iced out, like you seen the
Hold up mister, never forget your homie
Hunned grands I throw that
Never forget your homie
Hunned grands I throw that
Never forget your homie
Hunned grands, I throw that
Never forget your homie
Hunned grands, I throw that, throw that, trow that
Never forget your homie
Know that, know that
Got the streets you know that
Know that, know that
Never forget your homie
Know that, know that
Got the streets you know that (That’s right bitch!)
Man your hoe wanna suck a nigga
Man your hoe wanna f*ck 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
Rollex 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 Pistol, but what’s my nick name is
Call him ‘mister never forget your homie’
Hunned grands I throw that
Never forget your homie
Hunned grands I throw that
Never forget your homie
Hunned grands, I throw that
Never forget your homie
Hunned grands, I throw that, throw that, throw that
Never forget your homie
Throw that, throw that
Got the streets you know that
Throw that, throw that
Never forget your homie
Throw that, throw that
Got the streets you know that
That’s right bitch!