Don’t Know Ya

Lyrics

[Intro] 808 Mafia [Verse 1: Nephew Texas Boy] Yeah yeah, I'm on big lit, yeah yeah Bought a six speed, yeah yeah That bitch on my team, yeah yeah That bitch, she a known freak That bitch gave me her dope key I just sold that boy like four P's Pray to God he ain't the police My trap boomin' like a brick a day I got birds like Chick-fil-A I sold that boy a fake four-way He bought that shit anyway Rest in peace to Shawty Lo He got rich off sellin' dope I got rich off takin' blow Stretch this dope 'til it can't take no more Girl, I need to hide my bills here, my whip so big, I can't steer Four fifteens up in my trunk beatin' so hard, I can't hear Whip sittin' so damn tall like a tractor from John Deere Got a sign in my yard, say you can buy your dope here [Chorus: Nephew Texas Boy] Young nigga, big pistol Big Blood, big Crippin' Good drugs, loose women I don't talk to broke niggas I don't talk to ho niggas Walk on by, don't know niggas Hundred band whip, I'm a dope dealer, yeah All the same songs like a dope dealer, yeah I'm a dope dealer, dope dealer, yeah I'm a dope dealer, dope dealer, yeah I'm a dope dealer, dope dealer, yeah I'm a dope dealer, dope dealer, yeah I'm a dope dealer, dope dealer, yeah I'm a dope dealer, dope dealer, yeah I'm a dope dealer, dope dealer, yeah I'm a dope dealer, dope dealer, yeah [Verse 2: Calico Jonez] Bitch, you way out of your league (What else?) A brick and a half on the sleeve (Woo) VVS when I cheese (You see?) She bow when she worship a P (Man) Turn a condo to the bando (Bando) That's a glass pot on the gold stove (Whippin') Had a weed spot on the low-low (What else?) But it didn't do shit like the co-co It's not a race, it's a marathon (Swish) I gas her up like the Chevron (Chevron) You'd be a fool if you play with me (Woo) You lose a family member every fuckin' week In the meanwhile, this yacht life (Yacht life) 12 hundred karat, this rock life (Rocks) Sittin' at a table full of millionaires (Money) I'm shining like a motherfuckin' chandelier (Charms) My time is Antarctica, bitch Yugoslavian Dom Pérignon, waste it all on my cardigan (What else?) And I'm runnin' lights, yeah, I'm breakin' the law again Make so much money, I might buy me a car again And no this ain't no Hellcat 488, nigga, spell that (Hell yeah) Remember back, I was sellin' crack And I'm five minutes away from goin' back, nigga [Chorus: Nephew Texas Boy] Young nigga, big pistol Big Blood, big Crippin' Good drugs, loose women I don't talk to broke niggas I don't talk to ho niggas Walk on by, don't know niggas Hundred band whip, I'm a dope dealer, yeah All the same songs like a dope dealer, yeah I'm a dope dealer, dope dealer, yeah I'm a dope dealer, dope dealer, yeah I'm a dope dealer, dope dealer, yeah I'm a dope dealer, dope dealer, yeah I'm a dope dealer, dope dealer, yeah I'm a dope dealer, dope dealer, yeah I'm a dope dealer, dope dealer, yeah I'm a dope dealer, dope dealer, yeah