Who Knew
Who dun knew
What she gon do
Throwing it back ye
I ain't mad
You doin you but
You jus a hack ye
Sippin the henny
On tilt now its empty
Move onto the jack ye
Gas I got plenty
We Rolling so many
So time for a snack ye
But
She wanna stay gacked ye
But
I'd rather roll fat ye
Ride for my crew
We don't want no blue
Or we gon snap ye
But
A hater get mad ye
But
We ballin like madden
But
These haters jus mad ye
So
These haters stay mad ye
Broski I ain't
Need no mention
Cos you ain't
In my section
You keep on comin
With your preachin
Like you ain't learn
Your lesson
Your courage
Keep increasing
But hatings
Your digression
So swervin in
My section
Get the fuck up
Out my section
You know nothin bout me
So What you tryna claim
Your energy soo cloudy
And I don't fuck wit rain
I keep my whits about me
Avoiding all these lames
They gon try n doubt me
Till I Roll up in the range
I don't owe nobody shit
Yuh
Grinding till I'm young n rich
Yuh
This for my fam and the clique
Yuh
And Can't nobody tell me diff
Rent
Who dun knew
What she gon do
Throwing it back ye
I ain't mad cos
You doin you but
You jus a hack ye
Sippin the henny
On tilt now its empty
Move onto the jack ye
Gas I got plenty
We Rolling so many
So time for a snack ye
But
She wanna stay gacked ye
But
I'd rather roll phat ye
Ride for my crew
We don't want no blue
Or we gon snap ye
But
A hater get mad ye
But
We ballin like madden
But
These haters jus mad ye
So
These haters stay mad ye
What she gon do
Throwing it back ye
I ain't mad
You doin you but
You jus a hack ye
Sippin the henny
On tilt now its empty
Move onto the jack ye
Gas I got plenty
We Rolling so many
So time for a snack ye
But
She wanna stay gacked ye
But
I'd rather roll fat ye
Ride for my crew
We don't want no blue
Or we gon snap ye
But
A hater get mad ye
But
We ballin like madden
But
These haters jus mad ye
So
These haters stay mad ye
Broski I ain't
Need no mention
Cos you ain't
In my section
You keep on comin
With your preachin
Like you ain't learn
Your lesson
Your courage
Keep increasing
But hatings
Your digression
So swervin in
My section
Get the fuck up
Out my section
You know nothin bout me
So What you tryna claim
Your energy soo cloudy
And I don't fuck wit rain
I keep my whits about me
Avoiding all these lames
They gon try n doubt me
Till I Roll up in the range
I don't owe nobody shit
Yuh
Grinding till I'm young n rich
Yuh
This for my fam and the clique
Yuh
And Can't nobody tell me diff
Rent
Who dun knew
What she gon do
Throwing it back ye
I ain't mad cos
You doin you but
You jus a hack ye
Sippin the henny
On tilt now its empty
Move onto the jack ye
Gas I got plenty
We Rolling so many
So time for a snack ye
But
She wanna stay gacked ye
But
I'd rather roll phat ye
Ride for my crew
We don't want no blue
Or we gon snap ye
But
A hater get mad ye
But
We ballin like madden
But
These haters jus mad ye
So
These haters stay mad ye
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Writer(s): Oliver Hunter
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