CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : They Don't Know
Aloy, you know how the kid play
Y'all, yo
Kutta, cut that sh*t up man
I can't decide if I'ma cheat the b*t*h or I'ma leave the b*t*h
Looked at my watch and see you freezing, b*t*h
You know I'm stinking rich
I keep a job for every season, b*t*h (I keep a job)
I'm out here tweaking, b*t*h
I keep a Glock and I'ma beat a b*t*h before I need a b*t*h to call the cops
And I never snitch (Grr), I push the pedal, b*t*h, before I'm not (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And my lil' yellow b*t*h, she thick like Jell-O, b*t*h (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
She cost a lot
And I won't tell the b*t*h that I was selling it deep in the block (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's irrelevant I tried to tell the b*t*h before I shot (Grr, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (They don't know)
Grr
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (They don't know)
Yeah, yeah
Coke selling (Mmm-hmm) with a little bit of dope selling (Mmm-hmm)
Selling records like Motown (Mmm-hmm, yeah)
Pimps up, n***a, hoes down (Mmm-hmm, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, from the hood where it go down (Mmm-hmm)
For my n***a, got a fifty in a Ghost now
For my n***as in the crib filling dope naps
For my n***as iced out in the boat and them
This for my n***as got dope on the stove and them
For my n***as locked up in the whole 'net
'Cause any time a motherf**ker with a whole Ren (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Drop heads at a motherf**ker doormat (Bah, bah, bah, grr)
Put chains on a n***a, that's a whole house
And I ain't changing my n***a from the dog pound
Got game for my n***as in the dog house
I got big and my money done matured now
Still put a n***a brains on the floor now
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (They don't know)
Grr
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (They don't know)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Mm, they don't know, mm, that's a bad boy)
Grr (That's a bad boy)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, that's a bad boy)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (They don't know, I'm a top shotta)
Yeah, yeah (Now wagwan, man? Top shotta)
Yo, tell 'em, "It's Rowdy and Bobby"
Bodies on bodies on bodies
I had to shoot the lobby
Shoot up they shorty
Rowdy gon' shoot up they party (Brr)
I'ma go shoot his sister, shoot up they cousins (Brr)
I'ma go shoot up they aunties
I'ma go shoot up they brothers, shoot at they n***as
I'ma go shoot at they mommies
I ain't gon' show no love
And f**k that n***a
My n***a said, "F**k 'em," then f**k 'em, I don't trust 'em
I'ma dust that n***a, my n***a said, "Buck 'em"
I'm busting
No discussion, I'ma rush 'em
Trigger happy since a youngin
He erratic, told me, "Snuff 'em"
What the f**k you mean? I bust them, n***a
Ain't fighting no n***a, f**k off
Gang, gang, gang (Shmurda)
They don't know
Grr, gang, gang (Yeah)
Hahaha
Gang, gang, gang
They don't know
Gang, gang, gang
They don't know
Y'all, yo
Kutta, cut that sh*t up man
I can't decide if I'ma cheat the b*t*h or I'ma leave the b*t*h
Looked at my watch and see you freezing, b*t*h
You know I'm stinking rich
I keep a job for every season, b*t*h (I keep a job)
I'm out here tweaking, b*t*h
I keep a Glock and I'ma beat a b*t*h before I need a b*t*h to call the cops
And I never snitch (Grr), I push the pedal, b*t*h, before I'm not (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And my lil' yellow b*t*h, she thick like Jell-O, b*t*h (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
She cost a lot
And I won't tell the b*t*h that I was selling it deep in the block (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's irrelevant I tried to tell the b*t*h before I shot (Grr, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (They don't know)
Grr
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (They don't know)
Yeah, yeah
Coke selling (Mmm-hmm) with a little bit of dope selling (Mmm-hmm)
Selling records like Motown (Mmm-hmm, yeah)
Pimps up, n***a, hoes down (Mmm-hmm, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, from the hood where it go down (Mmm-hmm)
For my n***a, got a fifty in a Ghost now
For my n***as in the crib filling dope naps
For my n***as iced out in the boat and them
This for my n***as got dope on the stove and them
For my n***as locked up in the whole 'net
'Cause any time a motherf**ker with a whole Ren (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Drop heads at a motherf**ker doormat (Bah, bah, bah, grr)
Put chains on a n***a, that's a whole house
And I ain't changing my n***a from the dog pound
Got game for my n***as in the dog house
I got big and my money done matured now
Still put a n***a brains on the floor now
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (They don't know)
Grr
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (They don't know)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Mm, they don't know, mm, that's a bad boy)
Grr (That's a bad boy)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, that's a bad boy)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (They don't know, I'm a top shotta)
Yeah, yeah (Now wagwan, man? Top shotta)
Yo, tell 'em, "It's Rowdy and Bobby"
Bodies on bodies on bodies
I had to shoot the lobby
Shoot up they shorty
Rowdy gon' shoot up they party (Brr)
I'ma go shoot his sister, shoot up they cousins (Brr)
I'ma go shoot up they aunties
I'ma go shoot up they brothers, shoot at they n***as
I'ma go shoot at they mommies
I ain't gon' show no love
And f**k that n***a
My n***a said, "F**k 'em," then f**k 'em, I don't trust 'em
I'ma dust that n***a, my n***a said, "Buck 'em"
I'm busting
No discussion, I'ma rush 'em
Trigger happy since a youngin
He erratic, told me, "Snuff 'em"
What the f**k you mean? I bust them, n***a
Ain't fighting no n***a, f**k off
Gang, gang, gang (Shmurda)
They don't know
Grr, gang, gang (Yeah)
Hahaha
Gang, gang, gang
They don't know
Gang, gang, gang
They don't know
