Let 'Em Know
by T.I.

Album: Kill The King (2026)
Charted: 33
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  • Woo, woo, woo, woo
    Woo, woo, woo, woo
    Woo, woo, woo, woo
    Woo, woo, woo

    Runnin' 'til the checkered flag, runnin' through the red light
    12 catch me gunnin', won't pull over 'til I'm dead, right
    Ridin' 'til the sunrise, care none 'bout no bedtime
    Ain't gon' catch no bitch that's ridin' with me 'less they head fire, better know
    From Westside Atlanta up to Bed-Stuy all the way to Crenshaw
    I might have the mind, nigga better know
    Big shit poppin', ain't no lil' shit
    Droppin' bags, it's a lot to you, to me, a lil' bit, let 'em know
    From ridin' Chevy, .40 cal in my lap (uh-huh)
    Real dope boys in the trap (uh-huh)
    The big yacht, ballin' like a bigshot
    Niggas on my dick, better make room for your bitch, gotta let 'em know
    Ayy, I don't tongue wrestle, I don't lip box (uh-huh)
    Solitaires, all I do is big rocks
    I came from dealin' rock all the way to here, shawty

    On the throne, bitch, and when I'm on, she can kick rock
    Let her know

    My foot up on the gas
    I'm blowin' money fast (better know)
    I'm on these haters' ass
    I know these niggas mad (better let 'em know)

    Big dog, all we get is bread, I ain't never scared
    Big flex on a nigga head, what I'm standin' on?
    Business, big check, we can dig that
    Pushin' wigs back, better give me respect and some more
    Atlanta know, fool, I will book the show for a grand or so
    I was sellin' grams right on Campbellton, lettin' hammers go
    Lames speakin' to me, what you need a camera for?
    From Center Hill to hittin' hoes in centerfold, better know
    They call it ballin', we just call it livin'
    They say you live and die by your decision
    Well, I'ma push it to the limit, nevermind the consequences
    Interferin' nigga, I'ma handle business, better let 'em know
    On another level, my incense all put together
    Hit the pedal, do two hundred everywhere I go, let 'em know
    Man, I stay fly, just to show that they not

    On the throne, bitch, and when I'm on, she can kick rock
    Let her know

    My foot up on the gas
    I'm blowin' money fast (better know)
    I'm on these haters' ass
    I know these niggas mad (better let 'em know)

    Skateboard P on the track
    Louis duffel bag, fifty rack
    Uh-huh, pop it so nauseous, I ain't got no country promo
    Like I still got a pocket full of crack
    All they do is fight for number two 'cause I'm the one (uh-huh)
    Still makin' play with the one
    All we know is success, hit her with some rich sex
    Good luck gettin' your bitch back, she forever mine 'til I let her go

    Only
    Better know, le-le-let 'em know
    Better know, le-le-let 'em
    Only
    Better know, le-le-let 'em know
    Better know, le-le-let 'em
    Only

    My foot up on the gas
    I'm blowin' money fast (better know)
    I'm on these haters' ass
    I know these niggas mad (better let 'em know) Writer/s: Clifford Joseph Harris, Djuan Montrel Hart, Pharrell Lanscilo Williams
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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