You Ain’t Know

Lyrics

[Intro] Smoking dope, smoking dope It's the, it's the, it's the, it's the, it's the, it's the Criminal Manne Smoking dope, smoking dope It's the, it's the, it's the, it's the, it's the, it's the Criminal Manne [Verse] Shoot that pussy with that Uzi clip, straight from the hip Flip this whole shit over, take his fucking life into the crib Bitch, the Mossberg pump sing a sweet song Knockin' down your fuckin' block like I was King Kong Devil in me got an easy job—to kill and rob Got some manner on my chest, so it's time I mob Bitch, I'm cut-throat, you can tell I got no soul Steppin' up out about the fuckin' gates of hell and leave them body froze 2-11, 1-8-7, killin' angels up in heaven Bringin' that blood straight to the reverend, burn a church, sip on a beverage Creepy-creepy, slow on my tippy-toes Freaky-freaky hoes want it in their bootyhole Demons stalkin' on your squad, where is your God? Bitch, you's a fraud I know you saw, tighten up before my pistol cock Sauce, you got no sauce, you talkin' shit But I can promise you that you can't fuck with the fuckin' boss [Chorus] You ain't know that I'm a hitter in the bush You ain't know that I'm a killer and a crook You ain't know I got your name inside my book You ain't know I leave your pussy ass shook You ain't know that I'm a hitter in the bush You ain't know that I'm a killer and a crook You ain't know I got your name inside my book You ain't know I leave your pussy ass shook [Outro] Smoking dope, smoking dope It's the, it's the, it's the, it's the, it's the, it's the Criminal Manne Smoking dope, smoking dope It's the, it's the, it's the, it's the, it's the, it's the Criminal Manne