No
No
No
No
No
No
No
Homie, I don't think you know me
No, and I don't think I know you
No, but this clip holds sixteen
You actin' like I can't let him
Shorty,
I don't think you know me No,
and I don't think I know you
No, the way you shakin' that ass No No No
Now there's nothin' in this world that I can't get ya
I can't sweat ya,
but I can't let ya Don't get carried away,
I just met ya
Or you'll get carried away on that
stretcher And you expect this gangsta
You lookin' at the big diamonds and the necklace ain't ya
Checkin' the 22's on a Lexus ain't ya
Keepin' at them black AMX's ain't ya
Your friends won't say I'm passin' ya Cause there
ain't enough room in the queue for more passengers
But while they feenin' and hatin' We been leanin' and skatin'
Siggy been circulatin' What you mean I'm diggin'?
Shorty's a little bit too hype But if a nigga give her anything
It'll be the pipe,
or it'll be a wipe Cause you know the kid'll be the type
To do it like the whiskey bitch
Homie,
I don't think you know me No,
and I don't think I know you
No,
but this clip holds sixteen You actin' like I can't let him
Shorty,
I don't think you know me No,
and I don't think I know you No,
but you lookin' so good And that's just why I can't let you go
Step out of line or come out your face Cause you
don't wanna see these guns come out the waist
It'll be weeks before your neck come out the brace
Months before the verdict come out the case When I'm near the hip,
no one come out the case Hip-hop cops
wait for me to come out the place
But you know,
whenever a fella stroll through I'm in the flat,
no yellow go-to I always get them girls to do them kinky
things When they see the size of the pinky ring It look
like a bracelet on my finger Wedding ring in my ear,
earrings on my neck Yeah,
what you expect?
Finger,
I'm somethin' like a pimp Somethin' bout the lip,
uh Forty on somethin' like I'm Kemp I said,
I'm somethin' like a pimp Cause every thirty days
I'm pullin' up in somethin' with some Timpson
Homie,
I don't think you know me No,
and I don't think I know you No,
but this clip on sixteen You actin' like I can't let him
Shorty,
I don't think you know me No,
and I don't think I know you No,
but you lookin' so good And that's just why I can't let you go
nobody stop my shine can't nobody stop my
crime and I know something that you don't know.
Can't nobody stop my flow,
can't nobody stop my glow Can't nobody stop my dope
Uh oh.
You might see me in Brooklyn My heat
is on me if you ever see me in Brooklyn
Cause I'ma have to top down when I go back
Bulletproof vest on under the throwback
I don't see no other platinum rappers doing good like me,
and to look like me
But keep it in the stash for when they pull over
You heard what happened the last time they pulled me over
Homie, I don't think you know me, no
And I don't think I know you, no
But this clip was 16,
you acting like I can't let him
Shorty, I don't think you know me, no
And I don't think I know you, no
But you looking so good,
and that's just why I can't let you go
Street Family nigga,
I'm back like I never left
Teflon Don nigga,
Teflon, bitch