You Don't Know

Yeah, aim for your head I don't hit and miss

Bitch I been popping since Bigga Fish

Got it twisted cah I look nice and shit

But you don't know who you're fuckin with

Gotta good heart was a bad child

Coming from the jungle so I act wild

I got your number but I ain't dialed

Pepper dem I don't do mild

Been done road do street

Now I get paid just to speak

Any time I fall too deep

Always end up back on my feet

Always analyze don't speak

Rise to da top shits steep

Face and wrist on fleek

Got your nigga acting like a creep

They say I'm top tier they say Banks is a elite

He ate me out I sent him back to the streets

Don't want wit it me dem lil hoes can't compete

Chat behind my back when they see mе don't speak

Always got it with me we don't fight fair

I'll turn your drеam into a nightmare

A bitch like me quite rare

You don't want it with me bitch don't get no ideas

Face beat white toes hair neat

On smoke even though I skin teet

Most solid in da team concrete

You been shleep but your nigga wanna jeet

Wasssup

Face beat white toes hair neat

On smoke even though I skin teet

Most solid in da team concrete

You been shleep but your nigga wanna jeet

I was getting busy in Lasgidi

Came a long way from Norwich with bare nitties

I don't wanna look like you no 1 fiddy

My tax already high Imma need me like 2 milli

Don't double cross me like Dusse

I'll lift your wig like a toupee

Henny got me feeling woozy

Don't fuck with niggas that be talking loosely

I like em 6 foot 6 pack and 6 figures

Hit it from the back money make me come quicker

Make him say woi like that nigga d-digga

Yeah you got army but my teams way bigger

Put in work like there's 3 of me

Could be the 3rd letter, still ain't seeing me

Good pussy energy

Tryna be my enemy nigga you ain't ending me

Aim for your head I don't hit and miss

Bitch I been popping since Bigga Fish

Got it twisted cah I look nice and shit

But you don't know who you're fuckin with

Gotta good heart was a bad child

Coming from the jungle so I act wild

I got your number but I ain't dialed

Pepper dem I don't do mild

Let's get shit straight I ain't talking bout a plank

15 years I was rolling widda nank

In da blocks man these bitches always mentioning my name

How comes I never see you bitches in the bank

And all you bitches on some shit

Like do you really want war or wanna rub on my clit

Which one is it? It ain't really hard to admit

Like you hate me but deep down you think I'm lit

It's up and it's stuck so fuck with me

Doing up arenas yeah I was touring with Nicki

Bitches growing wings but this shit can get sticky

Imma workaholic but I still get busy

Killin 'em all don't wanna mend

I ain't your bitch I ain't your friend

If you ain't dead better pretend

Kill 'em again

Kill 'em again

Kill 'em again

I was at da Brits with Little Mix

Different kettle of fish

Got it twisted cos I look nice and shit

But you don't know who you fucking with

Don't make me affi' talk to my counselor

Imma put my hands on 'er make me affi' cancel 'er

Don't intercept don't interject

If da beat ain't done I ain't finish yet