Lyrics You Don't Know - Bodega Bamz

You Don't Know

Why do you say «keep it 100» backwards, man?
'cause, I mean, we, we overuse that word, «keep it 100»
So, I said fuck it, let me do it backwards
And that’s the type of shit we on, like, my shit is real
You know what I mean?
Like, my niggas is real
You know how I mean, the whole set is real
G shit, nigga, I’ma keep it fuckin' wavy 'cause we wavy
We providers or riders?
Where are we?
Yo, I’ma keep it all the way fuckin' tall, B, and I’m 5'7″
Ask yourself, «what would Yams do?»
Might’ve seen me all around, I’ll tell ya, clown
You don’t know me
You’ve prob’ly seen me in Sin City wit' all the biddies
You don’t know me
I know you’ve seen my vidos on MTV
You don’t know me
Heard me on the radio like every day (I'ma keep it tall, bruh)
You don’t know me (Fuck ya life, fuck ya mom)
You might’ve seen me all around, I’ll tell ya, clown (Just keep it G)
You don’t know me (I'm sippin', I’m drinkin' Henny)
You’ve prob’ly seen me in Sin City wit' all the biddies
You don’t know me
I know you’ve seen my videos on MTV
You don’t know me
You might’ve seen my BM
Tell yo' bitch you don’t know me
Woo, damn, nigga
Woo, damn, nigga
Woo, damn, nigga
Woo, damn, nigga (yeah!)
Ridin' 'round, the top down, top down
Speedin' through the highway, prob’ly won’t make it, whoa
Chiddy chiddy bang bang, chillin' with the gang gang
Eatin', chopped cheese for the mice, god damn
Mac-10, TEC-9
Semi-autos sound like brrrrr, take it
Fuck you, fuck him, fuck her, fuck y’all
Fuck every-single-body who hated (ow)
I’ma get it how I get it, fuck the po-po (ow)
I was sellin' cocaine to my uncle (ow)
I’m from the streets where I gotta be savage
Fuck a bank, half a mill in the mattress
Straight cash, I don’t gotta pay taxes
When I die, I’ma buy my own casket
Up in killer Cali, fuckin' every actress
Up in Hollywood, fuckin' every actress (ow)
You might’ve seen me all around, I’ll tell ya, clown
You don’t know me
You’ve prob’ly seen me in Sin City, wit' all the biddies
You don’t know me
I know you’ve seen my videos on MTV
You don’t know me
Heard me on the radio like every day
You don’t know me
You might’ve seen me all around, I’ll tell ya, clown
You don’t know me
You’ve prob’ly seen me in Sin City, wit' all the biddies
You don’t know me
I know you’ve seen my videos on MTV
You don’t know me
You might’ve seen my BM
Tell yo' bitch you don’t know me
Woo, damn, nigga
Woo, damn, nigga
Woo, damn, nigga (yeah!)
Woo, damn, nigga (yeah!)
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
You know I get nervous when I be hittin' it, right?
Ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha, fuck you hoe
'bout to be rollin' up the backwood
Droppin' all the guts on the floor, you basic (say what?)
I ain’t gon' flex, I ain’t gon' stress
I ain’t gon' text you back, keep waitin' (they what?)
No new homies, no new nothin'
Not a negative, hell nah, I’ma holler (woop)
Dead presidentes, Washingtons, Jacksons, Franklins
Every single dollar (ow)
You might’ve seen me all around, I’ll tell ya, clown
You don’t know me
You’ve prob’ly seen me in Sin City, wit' all the biddies
You don’t know me
I know you’ve seen my videos on MTV
You don’t know me
Heard me on the radio like every day
You don’t know me (ow)
You might’ve seen me all around, I’ll tell ya, clown
You don’t know me
You’ve prob’ly seen me in Sin City, wit' all the biddies
You don’t know me
I know you’ve seen my videos on MTV
You don’t know me
You might’ve seen my BM
Tell yo' bitch you don’t know me
Woo, god damn, I don’t give a fuck, nigga
Woo, god damn, I don’t give a fuck, nigga
Woo, god damn, I don’t give a fuck, nigga
Woo, god damn, I don’t give a fuck, nigga (yeah!)