Still Don’t Kno

Lyrics

[Chorus] I'm from GA where the feds will follow ya And the streets will swallow ya, and it's So many bricks that you could build a mansion With the guest house and the room for expansion [Verse 1] 12 rooms, 8 baths, don't make me laugh 12 rounds on my hip, don't make me blast It ain't no secret, hoes is about it Was flippin' that soft white before I ever became famous A few tried, but they shall remain nameless Lunar eclipse, they tryna block my shine Say what the fuck you want, can't stop my grind 1 million, 2 million, 3 million, 4 What the hell, maybe it's 12 So listen, lil mane, this before the rap game Before 'em videos, before all 'em shows Look at me now nigga, I rock my own clothes Mold my bitches, yeah I make my own hoes [Chorus] I'm from GA where the feds will follow ya And the streets will swallow ya, and it's So many bricks that you could build a mansion With the guest house and the room for expansion [Verse 2] Nigga please, I make money when I'm sleep 5 bricks on my lap, 100 thousand dollar nap New Desert Eag, that's a thousand dollar strap They say I can't rap, better smoke another blunt I see ya when I see ya, I be in London for a month You niggas bench riders, we know you wan' play 2 shows a day even In the UK I hear you niggas talkin', but I ain't listenin' My neck got jealous of my wrist again You know me, I still do it for the hood But when them niggas came up, them niggas changed up You know me, still the same ole G Got the 'Rari in the trap, 40 ounce of Old E 62's like pancakes to Waffle House When it comes to Snowman, you better watch ya mouth And ya back and ya front, shit's real, you better guard ya grill Two .40 cals, plus them choppas You can call the ambulance, minus the doctors Matter fact, nigga, hold ya breath Go get ya pistol out ya car, nigga, kill yourself, WHAT?!