Never Knew

Lyrics

[Intro] (Sebz Beats, baby) [Verse 1: Teeway] Mixing loose with the magic, I never knew how to slap it I'm from a fucked up block where nitties looting for packet Fuck a deuce when I back it, I'll leave juice on your jacket Fill the carbs with that grease, microwave when I crack it Forty G's in the telly, turning B's into readies Twenty fiends and I'm steady, I used to sleep on the settee My nigga T copped the dezzie, niggas squeezing like jezzies I nevеr knew bout nothing till I was seeping in petty [Verse 2: Booter Bee] Nevеr knew about this life and how deep the road gets Now I'm strapped up, blacked out in this '010 Bro died, felt to go and kill the whole ends Pull back the hammer, if I see 'em, I'll smoke them I shot Tooch, I shot Mini, then I did it again Said I won't ride out and now I'm spinning again They sent me HMP and I was drilling in pen Bro chest shot a Javz, now we're billing his head [Verse 3: Teeway] I never knew how to rock it, I had to learn how to rock it Pissy O.T. cats, I put that work in my pocket Forty bells, fuck a rocket, bells fly when I cock it Hella work on the street and hella work from the socket Had to trap with hella wraps, VVS's for these waps Dirty Wesson on my lap, niggas stressing over scraps I've slapped grown men already but I could get a nigga whacked Dingers burning by the bushes, hoodie's turning into ash [Verse 4: Booter Bee & Teeway] We get the drop and turn tappy, corn flying out the passy Done it on the mainers, corn flying out the handy Slapped it with a T-shirt wrapped like a bally He slipped up and got splashed with his baddie Twenty waps and this caine, shit will never be the same Hit a nigga in his frame while they're dying all the same They was crying from the pain, I chucked my leathers in the flame I done O.T. life, rainy weathers in the rain Tell him look over his back when he's walking in the dark I gotta look over my back before they bite me in the arse Rolling round strapped, two burners in the car Every week armed police flying units in my yard They took all my phones, they keep seizing my cash Bet they heard about me squeezing my mash I heard the leakers are leeching for tracks Couldn't give a shit, I'm making P's off these packs Cleaned up, fuck a bleach, a hundred miles, five seats Nitties cluck for this, ten fiends stuck by the beach We got loose Trey pounds and two brucks for them neeks Can't even speak over hammers and that stuff they don't teach I'm in a trap outta reach, man are pussy and they're clowns Twelve thousand for the brown, volts licking niggas down Lick a thirty for the war and I got trapping for the pounce Press release on the clip and then I'm pushing in the rounds [Outro] (Fourty8V)