U Ain’t Know

Lyrics

[Intro: Stat Quo] Yeah It's your folk Stat Quo, representing that A-Town, you understand me? GMM GMM's the motherfucking squad I got my nigga Bun B with me, you know what I'm talking 'bout? LT Moe on the track [Verse 1: Stat Quo] It was some niggas from the north, tryna move on my turf Dropping dimes to the feds, interrupting my work I got some niggas that bang for me, tote thangs for me Shit brown blow and chop caine with me Put the birds on the strip, organize the lick Got my wolf pack of goons, in position to trip Hopped in the van, with my eyes on a caper Ain't no hesitation involved, we out for the white and the paper Any drama, we handle it Partnеrs are scandalous Fuck knuckles, Imma hit you with an AK sandwich Got my game as a youth, from nеw hustlers that tasked Put that barrel to your grill, you be need some Pampers Outta town niggas thinking it's sweet in Atlanta Till them big choppers come out and snap like cameras Shawty, we ain't ba[?]ers, we got brand new hammers Ready for combat, hang your ass like bandits [Chorus: Bun B] We ridin candy painted slab, got flames with the chrome A pack of trill niggas, that run up in your home You ain't know, nigga You ain't know, nigga You ain't know, nigga You ain't know, nigga We got the dro by the boatload, and coke by the keys And some Jersey dick suckers, like to get down on they knees You ain't know, nigga You ain't know, nigga You ain't know, nigga You ain't know, nigga [Verse 2: Bun B] I'm still posted up in the hood on full grind Full time, ready to give a nigga the full 9 Got my niggas that's down with me (down with me), run the town with me Slap a pussy nigga smile and you can frown with me Dodo is blazed up, we loaded the K's up It's that Underground King, with middle fingers raised up I ain't sorry your bitch ass, got my gun out and spray See your pistols must be punished, they won't come out and play Staying in the crib won't stop me from setting this lead off Ain't nothin but wood and inches I can kick off White stone move me, kids don't stop me That safe gon' open, or somebody getting popped, B Guaranty that when I put in work, it won't be sloppy They gon' know somebody killed your ass, nigga, just not me Head back to the headquarters, and chop up the scope It's how we do it down in the dirty south, bitch, you ain't know [Chorus: Bun B] We ridin candy painted slab, got flames with the chrome A pack of trill niggas, that run up in your home You ain't know, nigga You ain't know, nigga You ain't know, nigga You ain't know, nigga We got the dro by the boatload, and coke by the keys And some Jersey dick suckers, like to get down on they knees You ain't know, nigga You ain't know, nigga You ain't know, nigga You ain't know, nigga [Verse 3: Stat Quo] I'm a master with raunchy Face it, P.C., my flows, Chamillionaire Slim Thug is with me NBA with Bun B, Imma ride for Pimp C GMM is an army, better yet a navy After the math come, niggas things tend to get Shady So I wait for him, ready with that loaded 380 I'll murder any fucker violating my space Have him landed in the morgue With bullet holes in his face [Chorus: Bun B] I'm candy painted slab, got flames with the chrome A pack of trill niggas, that run up in your home You ain't know, nigga You ain't know, nigga You ain't know, nigga You ain't know, nigga We got the dro by the boatload, and coke by the keys And some Jersey dick suckers, like to get down on they knees You ain't know, nigga You ain't know, nigga You ain't know, nigga You ain't know, nigga