letra de if you ain't know - fatty savv
if you ain’t know lyrics
[chorus]
pull up 21, yeah, we tote the glocks
my lil youngins they wit’ it, they bust ya top
for that talk you’re talkin’, we hit the block
your lil youngins won’t even hit the block
money right, yeah, we taking it to the top
h-lla hoes in the foreign try give me top
and your baby mama in the back giving bop
f-ck that b-tch, she ugly, she a thot
[verse]
it’s fatty savv, b-tch, if you ain’t know
shout out loaded, that’s my shooter, yeah, he gon’ blow
pull up quick on the scene and we take ya hoe
all these racks in my pocket, they overflow
you a internet thug, you ain’t got no dough
i’ma need a couple racks for a show
[?] ’cause i’ma blow
keep that b-tch in my f-nny pack, ‘case they want smoke
p-ssy boy, what you thought? never been a b-tch
see you talking to cops, yeah, you was a snitch
stuff the drum in the draco, we wit’ the sh-ts
see your b-tch, she like pause, let’s take a fl!ck
now i guess [?], i gotta like that
plug fronted two o’s, man, right back
never b-tching over hoes, it ain’t like that
say you toting two straps, you ain’t like that
p-ssy boy, i know the real you
i’ma show you what this steel do
no more rapping, my shooters gon’ k!ll too
if we shooting, we shooting to k!ll two
and your shooters, they ain’t really on sh-t
now my team’s taking over, we run sh-t
youngins came from the bottom, the mud, b-tch
and my strap keep a .30, a drum, b-tch
f-ck that sh-t, i’m on some dog sh-t
f-ck you thought? i don’t come with that soft sh-t
f-ck you, your homie, y’all all b-tch
get no money, act tough, that’s that soft sh-t
and this ain’t youngin from back in the day
ride wit’ them shooters that’s toting them k’s
don’t give a f-ck, they’ll blow at your face
then they’ll say “f-ck you”, you ride with the jakes
hit your b-tch up when i want the neck
then i tell her to go, i don’t want the s-x
then i back to the trap to run up the racks
while i’m toting my glizzy, we keep the straps
p-ssy boy lacking and capping
only thing you be doing is acting
b-tch bad and boujee, ain’t average
she’ll suck on my d-ck without asking
[chorus]
pull up 21, yeah, we tote the glocks
my lil youngins they wit’ it, they bust ya top
for that talk you’re talkin’, we hit the block
your lil youngins won’t even hit the block
money right, yeah, we taking it to the top
h-lla hoes in the foreign try give me top
and your baby mama in the back giving bop
f-ck that b-tch, she ugly, she a thot
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