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Know The Rules

Tokyo Jetz

Album: Know The Rules Durasi: 2:16

Bounce, biggity bounce, biggity bounce, biggity bounce it

Bounce it, biggity bounce, biggity bounce it

Ayy

Ask my jeweler to flood my wrist, which one the boss? Well, I'm that bitch

Hang with shooters, they gon' step

From the field that boy like Steph

Took a chance bet on myself, if he talk crazy on the 'net

Twitter fingers ain't protected like a shower get 'em wet

No back and forth, I swear, I mean it

Tryna spazz, just need a reason

Hе gon' step, don't need no molly

He at church or at a party

No peacе if I want beef, change my number tryna squash it

Same whip just spinned your block, if you was smart, bitch, you'll watch it

Call Chi-Chi, it's a problem

Call him cleaner, he gon' mop it

That boy got butterfingers

When it's issues he gon' drop 'em

Beat a bitch up out her bags, greenlight 'em at the spot

Freaky bitches set 'em up, caught 'em lackin', gettin' top

Bitch eat that dick up, no mistake, don't need no hiccup

Probably need to watch my temper 'cause one call that boy gon' stick up

Know niggas dead broke, that'll leave you dead, bro

Give a fuck 'bout who you is, I put that on your dead folks, nigga

Okay, now ain't nobody playin', this some serious shit

Know my independent bad bitches feel this shit

Little girls ever wanna own businesses

Well, Tokyo finna tell you what the business is

First off, fuck your bitch and the clique you claim

Ain't no conversation we don't mention names, ayy

We keep 'em comin' while we runnin' for your jewels

Steady gunnin', keep on bussin' at them fools, bitch you know the rules

I hate a pussy, I can see it in his face

Make 'em beg me just to eat it, on his knees he say his grace

Think it's sweet? They catch you with 'em, knock a bitch right out her lace

Talk shit and back it up, geeked squad, I MAC them up

I ain't worried 'bout no beef, bitch, I can walk through any spot

I'ma sign 'em if they tweakin', I'm just tryna make 'em pop

Hoes love throwin' subs, send a @ if you really with it

Name droppin' in them songs, we know you ain't really spinnin', get from' round

Bitch, you wear your Glock for dress up

See me like a ghost, tell that bitch to pick his head up

Had a baby in '19, 2020 ain't no let up

Call whoever bet against me, tell that nigga it's a set up

And fuck who ain't around, no regainin' my respect, hoe

Moved to the 'burbs, still plugged in the ghetto

Real ass bitch get respected by the biggest

Heard she dropped the line, I ain't trippin', she ain't with it, fuck nigga