Still Don't Kno

[Chorus]

I'm from GA where the feds will follow ya

And the streets will swallow ya, and it's

So many bricks that you could build a mansion

With the guest house and the room for expansion

[Verse 1]

12 rooms, 8 baths, don't make me laugh

12 rounds on my hip, don't make me blast

It ain't no secret, hoes is about it

Was flippin' that soft white before I ever became famous

A few tried, but they shall remain nameless

Lunar eclipse, they tryna block my shine

Say what the fuck you want, can't stop my grind

1 million, 2 million, 3 million, 4

What the hell, maybe it's 12

So listen, lil mane, this before the rap game

Before 'em videos, before all 'em shows

Look at me now nigga, I rock my own clothes

Mold my bitches, yeah I make my own hoes

[Chorus]

I'm from GA where the feds will follow ya

And the streets will swallow ya, and it's

So many bricks that you could build a mansion

With the guest house and the room for expansion

[Verse 2]

Nigga please, I make money when I'm sleep

5 bricks on my lap, 100 thousand dollar nap

New Desert Eag, that's a thousand dollar strap

They say I can't rap, better smoke another blunt

I see ya when I see ya, I be in London for a month

You niggas bench riders, we know you wan’ play

2 shows a day even In the UK

I hear you niggas talkin', but I ain't listenin'

My neck got jealous of my wrist again

You know me, I still do it for the hood

But when them niggas came up, them niggas changed up

You know me, still the same ole G

Got the ‘Rari in the trap, 40 ounce of Old E

62's like pancakes to Waffle House

When it comes to Snowman, you better watch ya mouth

And ya back and ya front, shit's real, you better guard ya grill

Two .40 cals, plus them choppas

You can call the ambulance, minus the doctors

Matter fact, nigga, hold ya breath

Go get ya pistol out ya car, nigga, kill yourself, WHAT?!