letra de i know you not - sahbabii
[chorus: sahbabii & pookie]
woah, pull out that glock and i’m poppin’ the top
all of these b-tches be all on my c-ck
post a pic with me, i bet you get blocked
i’m grim reaper, baby, you know you’ll get shot
swipin’ the plug, i put rocks in my sock
i might just drop a four up in my pop
p-ssy is open, i’m never gon’ knock
these b-tches just hoes, they never been thots
leave that boy hot and i bet he gon’ rat
pull up with choppers, you swear we the swat
wipin’ his nose and i’m leavin’ no snot
play with my money, we f-ck up the block
tie your ass up, ship your wife in a box
won’t give a f-ck, we gon’ shoot at the cops
i’m demonchild [?] with the mob
load up them sticks, put them nuts on the glock
[verse 1: pookie & sahbabii]
talkin’ that gangster sh-t, i know you not
[?] n-gga, you know you’ll get popped
screamin’ no murder, these n-ggas ain’t heard of
play with my money, i bet you get murdered
we carry 30s, we shootin’, steph curry
all of my n-ggas ain’t ever got worried
i’m tryna f-ck, ho, skip the flirtin’
put that d-ck in our mouth, slurp like a slurpy
i only see money, these b-tches gettin’ blurry
skrrt, every time i hit the curb
hunnid round drum, n-gga, we go bezerk
[?] gon’ flip it if i say the word
i’m stupid geeked like a motherf-ckin’ nerd
run up a check, this is life of the purp
back to back, back to back, poppin’ a perc
all of my n-ggas are fly like a bird
[pre-chorus: pookie & sahbabii]
i want the monifah (i want the monifah)
i keep a heater (i keep a heater)
my b-tch is a diva (my b-tch is a diva)
we kick it like fifa (we kick it like fifa)
yeah, my n-ggas don’t play, they ready to eat you (yeah)
and i keep a k, i’m ready to feed you (yeah)
bullets [?] they look like tater tots
got rid of my wallet and got me a knot
these b-tches too nosy, they look like yung joc
came from the bottom like i am the rock
talkin’ that gangster sh-t, i know you not
i know you not, i know you not
i know you not, i know you not
i know you not, i know you not
[chorus: sahbabii & pookie]
woah, pull out that glock and i’m poppin’ the top
all of these b-tches be all on my c-ck
post a pic with me, i bet you get blocked
i’m grim reaper, baby, you know you’ll get shot
swipin’ the plug, i put rocks in my sock
i might just drop a four up in my pop
p-ssy is open, i’m never gon’ knock
these b-tches just hoes, they never been thots
leave that boy hot and i bet he gon’ rat
pull up with choppers, you swear we the swat
wipin’ his nose and i’m leavin’ no snot
play with my money, we f-ck up the block
tie your ass up, ship your wife in a box
won’t give a f-ck, we gon’ shoot at the cops
i’m demonchild [?] with the mob
load up them sticks, put them nuts on the glock
[verse 2: pookie & sahbabii]
i might spend a whole thing on some balenciagas
my girl look so fly, she got dolce gabbana
these b-tches keep choosin’, my jewelry gon’ blind ’em
my n-ggas catch more cases than your honor
i don’t got no problems
i jumped in the water with piranhas
i’m finna f-ck up some commas
i’m finna f-ck up the summer
i’m finna f-ck on your mama
you want me? then come through the jungle
like a anaconda
f-cked on your b-tch and i bought her bundles
b-tch, i am zeus and i got the thunder
racks in my jeans, i can’t have the hunnids
ho, i can’t cuff you, just bein’ honest
that ho gave me brain, left that b-tch mindless
i’ma k!ll her with kindness
all of my n-ggas be silent, yeah
[pre-chorus: pookie & sahbabii]
i want the monifah (i want the monifah)
i keep a heater (i keep a heater)
my b-tch is a diva (my b-tch is a diva)
we kick it like fifa (we kick it like fifa)
yeah, my n-ggas don’t play, they ready to eat you (yeah)
and i keep a k, i’m ready to feed you (yeah)
bullets [?] they look like tater tots
got rid of my wallet and got me a knot
these b-tches too nosy, they look like yung joc
came from the bottom like i am the rock
talkin’ that gangster sh-t, i know you not
i know you not, i know you not
i know you not, i know you not
i know you not, i know you not
[chorus: sahbabii & pookie]
woah, pull out that glock and i’m poppin’ the top
all of these b-tches be all on my c-ck
post a pic with me, i bet you get blocked
i’m grim reaper, baby, you know you’ll get shot
swipin’ the plug, i put rocks in my sock
i might just drop a four up in my pop
p-ssy is open, i’m never gon’ knock
these b-tches just hoes, they never been thots
leave that boy hot and i bet he gon’ rat
pull up with choppers, you swear we the swat
wipin’ his nose and i’m leavin’ no snot
play with my money, we f-ck up the block
tie your ass up, ship your wife in a box
won’t give a f-ck, we gon’ shoot at the cops
i’m demonchild [?] with the mob
load up them sticks, put them nuts on the glock
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