Lyrics You Don't Know - Ms Banks

You Don't Know

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 me don’t spak
Always got it with me we don’t fight fair
I’ll turn your dream into a nightmar
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