IYKYK (They Know Who)

Yeah
Police knockin' on doors
Wanna know who’s lettin' that go
They know who, we know who
I guess if you know, you know
You can pick a park, if you don’t show up
We’re bringin' smoke to your home
We lit it up like Christmas
Yeah
Police knockin' on doors
Wanna know who’s lettin' that go
They know who, we know who
I guess, if you know, you know
You can pick a park, if you don’t show up
We’re bringin' smoke to your home
We lit it up like Christmas
Ho! Ho! Ho!
They say I’m mad 'cause I’m trigger-happy
Not into the chatting, I’m doin' the addy
Can’t say too much, I’ll run out of luck
Then I’m back again in that paddy
What’s the score? Add a tally
Your poor mum’s next, your dad is
No love 'round here, not Cali
I swear I’ll bag 'em up, no saddie (Zip)
Grew up with the older, no doubt
I’ll go to war with your oldest
I was hopping out the Holden
Big bitch need two hands to hold it
Every problem, we solved it
Emptied the clip and they bolted
I’ve got straps without holsters
My trackies keep that from jolting
Mr Shoot 'n' Score
FPO still run that ball
No chit or chat or tit for tat
We’re turnin' them to informs
You can pick a park, if you don’t show up
We are bringin' smoke to your door (Knock, knock)
You can pick a park, if you don’t show up
We are bringin' smoke to your door (Pussy)
See, I done time for that big bitch
Don’t talk to me about triggers
Don’t try bridge up, 'cause trust
We are well known for burning bridges
Try your luck, you get lifted (Argh)
Skinny had the long distance (Fuck)
Every drama we’ve been through
None of them dogs went the distance, nah
Police knockin' on doors
Wanna know who’s lettin' that go
They know who, we know who
I guess, if you know, you know
You can pick a park, if you don’t show up
We’re bringin' smoke to your home
We lit it up like Christmas
Ho! Ho! Ho!
They know it’s Skinny, A.K.A that driller
A.K.A Mr Get Shit Done
When my shit gets done
They know I squeezed that trigger
I’m prepared to risk it all
They know it’s smoke if I rock up
All I’m saying is they played with my name
And the next day, my opps got shot
We pick a park, they don’t rock up (Yeah)
They talk a lot till we run up (Yeah)
Just gimme the addy and fana (Yeah)
I’ll run him down in his bunker
How many times did I call their number?
FTP till they free my brother (Pshh)
Don’t talk to me about guns
One call away to grip that steel
'Cause they know I’ll get the job done
Fake cunts wanna talk about knocks
I’ll show you knocks, I swear on my mum
They call themselves soldiers?
We shot 'em up, they folded
They ran and told their olders
Sawn-off pumpy, brother, I’ll solve it
Yeah, sawn-off pumpy, brother, I’ll solve it
Police knockin' on doors
Wanna know who’s lettin' that go
They know who, we know who
I guess, if you know, you know
You can pick a park, if you don’t show up
We’re bringin' smoke to your home
We lit it up like Christmas
Ho! Ho! Ho!