2 Pistols ft. French Montana - Know That Lyrics

Hold up mister, never forget your homie
Hunnid grands I throw that
Never forget your homie
Hunnid grands I throw that
Never forget your homie
Hunnid grands, I throw that
Never forget your homie
Hunnid 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
Hunnid grands I throw that
Never forget your homie
Hunnid grands I throw that
Never forget your homie
Hunnid grands, I throw that
Never forget your homie
Hunnid 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
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 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
Hunnid grands I throw that
Never forget your homie
Hunnid grands I throw that
Never forget your homie
Hunnid grands, I throw that
Never forget your homie
Hunnid 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 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 Pistol, but what's my nick name is

Call him 'mister never forget your homie'
Hunnid grands I throw that
Never forget your homie
Hunnid grands I throw that
Never forget your homie
Hunnid grands, I throw that
Never forget your homie
Hunnid 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