He Don't Know

[Chorus]

Fuck nigga wanna mug

He don't know I got the .40 in the club

He don't know I got my shorties in the cut

Crunchin shit goin' very nuts

Pull up, hop out, shootin' shit, bring cops out

He don't know we got Glocks on us, he think we gon' knock him out

He said that he want war but he don't know

Can't tell that little boy what he don't know

[Verse 1]

It's me and Dirty Thirty, bullets fly, like little birdy birdy

The only pimps I know is Mac and Dirty Thirty

With a Tec, told a 50 you can't have Larry Birdy

Yeah they say money, power, respect

But bitch its money, power, the Tec

Point at your block and won't even have any regret

You fuck niggas be knowing how we get

So don't get screwed, I got some niggas with a bunch of tools

They come through screwin' shit like [moppers do]

Like don't be talkin' what my choppa do

Turn your block to Lil B bitch, Wonton Soup, pull off in my Lady Gaga coupe

I got Hannah, Lady Gaga too, lotta bullets fly, that's what I do

[Chorus]

Fuck nigga wanna mug

He don't know I got the .40 in the club

He don't know I got my shorties in the cut

Crunchin shit goin' very nuts

Pull up, hop out, shootin' shit, bring cops out

He don't know we got Glocks on us, he think we gon' knock him out

He said that he want war but he don't know

Can't tell that little boy what he don't know

[Verse 2]

He don't know, got so many cars, when I pull up he won't know

He was talkin' to this bitch, she was suckin' me, he don't know

And this bitch want blue dream back, I'm like "you don't know"

What I smoke? Better smoke OG, I like Ben Franklins baby, I don't fuck with no Gs

Can't wife no bitch 'cause these hoes be fuckin' lowkey

'Cause you thought your bitch was your bitch but she was suckin' on me

That thot act like she ain't know that Almighty So got cinnamon rolls

That nigga act like sneak dissin' me gon' get him on

It's me and Ben Frank, I don't like people, me and him get along

Blow your block, givin' out shots for the face just silicone

Cops won't know, unless one of you lil fuck niggas snitchin' on me

Shootin' up houses: living rooms, bedrooms, and them kitchens on 'em

Shootin' up cars: front seats, passenger seats, and them engines on 'em

[Chorus]

Fuck nigga wanna mug

He don't know I got the .40 in the club

He don't know I got my shorties in the cut

Crunchin shit goin' very nuts

Pull up, hop out, shootin' shit, bring cops out

He don't know we got Glocks on us, he think we gon' knock him out

He said that he want war but he don't know

Can't tell that little boy what he don't know