U Dont Know Me
Imagine me on fuckin' cocaine
Yeah, I can make some heads pop, leave with no brain
Shit done weighed me down to bedrock, heavy gold chain
I can really make ya bedrock, know I'm yo man I can really eat the hoo that's some fucking lo mein
I can really blow the booth like some fuckin propane
They don't even know the truth how I walk and tote stains
We don't give a fuck about you and we don't know your name
Yeah, sleepin' on me, why you drowsy?
My head clear, oh fuck it's cloudy
I was cruisin', swervin' in a fuckin' Audi
Why my bitches have to get so fuckin' pouty
Rough boys, now we gettin' fuckin' rowdy Walkin' with that iron like I'm Robert Downey
Who really even with me in my fuckin' county They hate me, but they do not know a thing
about me
They do not know a thing about me
Yeah, they do not know a thing about me
I'm here to give these fuckers a masterclass
This beat sounds like my fuckin' hoe when
she bounce the ass
The beef sounds, it's just pulled triggers
and casket adds
My heat sounds echo through the city, my pastor mad damn
Look, we came in and crashed the pad
Big moves, we done slid in and cashed the bag
Big steppers, and we known to put ass to grass
Fucker fuck around and we known to get blasting fast
Big bands, money moves
Hit man, hunt a dude
Sweet nigga, honey dew
Fuck around and we comin' through
See us comin', what you gonna do
See you runnin' who the fuck is you?
On some real shit, this was nothin' new
I ain't want no problems, I just wanted loot
Damn, watch me fade away
These was greater days
Eating God's blessing, on a paper plate
Is your fate okay?
Did you pray today?
Did you talk to God?
Did you pray today?
Say them diamonds on my neck, they on lay away
Yea I'll be sleepin' for a bit, wake up in greater days
I was really lost, then I made a way
Did you talk to God?
Did you pray today?
Where the fuck?
Yeah Where we go when we die
Where we go when we-
Where we go when we die
Yeah, I can make some heads pop, leave with no brain
Shit done weighed me down to bedrock, heavy gold chain
I can really make ya bedrock, know I'm yo man I can really eat the hoo that's some fucking lo mein
I can really blow the booth like some fuckin propane
They don't even know the truth how I walk and tote stains
We don't give a fuck about you and we don't know your name
Yeah, sleepin' on me, why you drowsy?
My head clear, oh fuck it's cloudy
I was cruisin', swervin' in a fuckin' Audi
Why my bitches have to get so fuckin' pouty
Rough boys, now we gettin' fuckin' rowdy Walkin' with that iron like I'm Robert Downey
Who really even with me in my fuckin' county They hate me, but they do not know a thing
about me
They do not know a thing about me
Yeah, they do not know a thing about me
I'm here to give these fuckers a masterclass
This beat sounds like my fuckin' hoe when
she bounce the ass
The beef sounds, it's just pulled triggers
and casket adds
My heat sounds echo through the city, my pastor mad damn
Look, we came in and crashed the pad
Big moves, we done slid in and cashed the bag
Big steppers, and we known to put ass to grass
Fucker fuck around and we known to get blasting fast
Big bands, money moves
Hit man, hunt a dude
Sweet nigga, honey dew
Fuck around and we comin' through
See us comin', what you gonna do
See you runnin' who the fuck is you?
On some real shit, this was nothin' new
I ain't want no problems, I just wanted loot
Damn, watch me fade away
These was greater days
Eating God's blessing, on a paper plate
Is your fate okay?
Did you pray today?
Did you talk to God?
Did you pray today?
Say them diamonds on my neck, they on lay away
Yea I'll be sleepin' for a bit, wake up in greater days
I was really lost, then I made a way
Did you talk to God?
Did you pray today?
Where the fuck?
Yeah Where we go when we die
Where we go when we-
Where we go when we die
Credits
Writer(s): Derran Cole
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