[Intro]
(Buddah bless this beat)
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[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
Ho, you don't know nann n***a
Benz bigger, go realer, real killer
Facts, smack shit, jackin’, scammin'
Miami, Broward, Palm Beach, [?]
From juvenile to county to prison, make millions
Still drop bodies and albums, count 'em
Got a Phantom and a Lambo
Two mansions and a Chevy
Wedded, tell the kids I ain't they stepdaddy
Young n***a with a meth habit, still flashin', kidnappin'
I shoot a ho, bitch, who you know more money than me now? (Hey)
Ho, you don’t know nann n***a gon’ pull up, fuck you dry (Yeah)
Ho, you don't know nann n***a who comin' how I be comin' (Hey)
And you go everywhere, anybody tell 'em run it (Yeah)
Bitch, you don't know nann n***a, you know that it ain't nann n***a like Kodak
You don't know nann n***a that came up off a onion (Yeah)
Ho, you don't know nann n***a who got this here auroma (Yeah)
I don't know why nonе of them n***as ain't put no jewelry on you (Yеah)
Bet this your only time you ever fucked a Zoe (Hey)
Ho, you don't know nann n***a that keep that pussy sore (Hey)
Ho, you don't know nann n***a with more Givenchy than me (Yeah)
Who come through fish tailin' that Bentley like a banshee (Yo)
With a hunnid hood n***as, we trappin' out the mansion (Yeah)
You don't know no young n***as rock gator with the linen (Yeah)
Ho, you don't know nann n***a behind the wall and winnin’ (Yo)
I done went and franchised my n***as and bought a Wendy's (Yeah)
Even though they be trippin', I'm givin’ millions back to the city (Yeah)
Bet you don't know no young n***a who bought they hood (Nah)
[Verse 2: Taylor So Made]
Ayy, you don't know nan' ho go PJ at the clearport sippin' both
You don't know nan' ho keep a n***a on a string like a yo-yo
From the 205 to the 305, I pop my shit for sure
Cut a n***a off, he [?] grocery bags from the store
These n***as be actin' like, bitch, you got a lil' sugar in your tank
These hoes lookin' at me funny, baby, I'm laughing to the bank
Rolls rug out of mink, Hermès blanket
GT 63 Soulja Boy, I crank it
You never had no bad bitch like me, n***a
I don't care who she is, she had never made me feel lil'
You know I went AP, MAC-10, I'm gettin' to the skrilla
They talkin' the type of numbers I want, I can't consider
Ayy, waist snatched, face beat, these hoes can't fuck with me
Yeah, I know that's wrong, baby, I can't do nothin' for free
[?], you can look but don't be touchin' me
You don't know nan' ho who snipe, shoot shit from the three
Break a IG model heart, trick a NFL player
You don't know nan' ho like me
Stand on business, c’est la vie
I ain't even tryin' to fuck that n***a
Told him my pussy out of order
He wanna drink my bath water
Oh, I think he like my aura