You Ain’t Know

Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Scrappy] You ain't know You ain't know You ain't know You ain't know [Chorus: Lil Scrappy] I'mma go and hit ya bitch first (you ain't know) After that then go in her purse (you ain't know) Dog her out if the pussy is the worst (you ain't know) Know all the niggas with the fuckin' work (you ain't know) Holla at ya boy if you want the purp (you ain't know) Talk shit then ya get ya ass murked (you ain't know) Showin out gone get ya feelings hurt (you ain't know) And I'm to real to have my name in da dirt (you ain't know) [Verse 1: Lil Scrappy] What's up nigga is you lame wit no name Cryin on my phone cause you ain't got no brain It ain't my fault cause yo brain can't explain Da and missles the pain that you get from the cain I went through da sunshine and da rain but I had to maintain Walkin' bus to a plane They knocked me out but I still feel da same Can anybody help me, Can you feel my pain Speeding down da highway Truck an impress Got da tool on my seat, and da vest on my chest I'm da 05 chain ya ain't stuck in da rain I'm so fine, no lie, shorty just gave me da brain I'm too real, I give dap to errbody And I don't give a fuck I'll slap errbody And you don't like me And I don't like you You go around and fuck my bitch And Imma fuck yours too [Chorus: Lil Scrappy] I'mma go and hit ya bitch first (you ain't know) After that then go in her purse (you ain't know) Dog her out if the pussy is the worst (you ain't know) Know all the niggas with the fuckin' work (you ain't know) Holla at ya boy if you want the purp (you ain't know) Talk shit then ya get ya ass murked (you ain't know) Showin out gone get ya feelings hurt (you ain't know) And I'm to real to have my name in da dirt (you ain't know) [Verse 2: Lil Scrappy] I keep it poppin' ain't no stopping Pistols poppin' heads dropping niggas Dats mad at me 'cause they fuckin' wind is floppin I'm da topic wheels choppin Haters watchin Niggas poppin' dem thangs dat a leave ya damn head rockin' I don't recommend dat you don't pay attention Until maturally you in the fetal position Scrappy be getting money Yeah I know you was wishing Sayin' a nigga ain't real, you was bullshitting I was born as a militant midget I got guns and funds and a nigga can get it I got da cain, bet ya 15 digits I got that hard night-quil, if you need a fixin I bombard 'em straight charge em My boys shoot towards any cop and squad em No leg no arm I kick rocks you lame Lyrics so sick you form a voice spear round ya dame [Chorus: Lil Scrappy] I'mma go and hit ya bitch first (you ain't know) After that then go in her purse (you ain't know) Dog her out if the pussy is the worst (you ain't know) Know all the niggas with the fuckin' work (you ain't know) Holla at ya boy if you want the purp (you ain't know) Talk shit then ya get ya ass murked (you ain't know) Showin out gone get ya feelings hurt (you ain't know) And I'm to real to have my name in da dirt (you ain't know) [Verse 3: Bo Hagon] Now off top I'm Bohagon I'm a fool don't flex Understand what I'm sayin' I keep da tool on deck Gotta couple bad bitches Gotta few girls dat take me state to state And help me make da cake I'm layin low now I gotta coke date to make Might cost a couple grand I keep dat shit in my hand It might go wrong I keep dat shit in da plan So when shit fuck up I know dat shit in advance Niggas wanna play wit it thank it's a game and Come at me sideways Thank I'm a lame like I ain't got real shit running through my veins Like I want pull that real thang and bust those veins You see me I'm da same Gotta lot more change, a lot more bitches Given alot more brain Da king of da country shit Dats my thang I'm Bohagon motherfucka dats my name (you ain't know)