King F.A.M.E. - You Dont Know lyrics

Intro: [Snipe Glizzy] Glizzy Gang Bang Bang Snipes, Shy MIGG [Verse1: Snipe Glizzy] I'm in a different lane Drippin' paint Ridin' car packed I'm burning rubber till the tires go flat With the feds behind me Can you top that They locked me up for showing off I had the top back Tell your man we aim off or fall back Before a n***a at his head like a ball cap At his funeral squeezing till his skull crack Mac 11s Mac 12s Mac 10s and all that And we don't care about then n***as dressed in all black Why Cause all ya'll whack Keep talking get all yall cracked Get on some mob sh** and get all ya'll whacked In that six by nine It be too cold f** a C-O Get that weed rolled A n***a playing Lochness Glock and roll Sticking too the G code n***a thats all I know [Verse 2: Shy Glizzy] How ya doin' It's glizzy My daddy run sh** No Diggy Got home run money Think a n***a play for the Phillies Got a b**h in Magic City Do anything for some fifties It only took me fifty ones to get them a** and titties Two b**hes named Rendi Both of them got good kidneys Two double cups of that purple stuff One Harpo and one silly Just another boy in the hood Like Tre, Doughboy, and Ricky I ain't cool with none of you n***as So why you wanna be cool with me I'm somewhere up in Mars I'm dancing with the stars My swagger in another world I might be avatar Ballin' like Kobe Money taller than Lamar Before I go to hell I'm trynna G a b**h with God We'll f** your b**h I f** my b**h at the same damn time Both of their heads are the same They got the same damn mind Out here rappin' Our here trappin' At the same damn time Call me San Francisco I gotta forty and a nine You can't represent my city You ain't from here and you lying n***as know I got that work Hell naw I ain't hiring Out here 24 hours like I'm f**ing Kobe Bryant Glizzy Gang we the champs We the mother f**ing Giants Got a white b**h named Cali Her sister name is Sally Their father rich as sh** I made that b**h by me some Ballys Street hottest youngin' Bring the heat like Pep Rallies Hit the Devil with a shotty Now I run illuminati How you get the money Boo b**h I sell ye I hope you don't forget the plug Holmes That's what my amigos say Ridin' round with my top down And my sh** all I play This sh** sound even better When you got on beats by Dre Tell me what you know bout dis Tell me what you know bout dat Tell me what you know about running in the, spots for the racks Gotta b**h from Iraq She know how to bust a gat I think she mixed with black The way she throw that a** back The year of the trap Last year was a hype year I'm bustin' and I'm sellin' coke buds White year I'm shining like the chandalier diamonds in my ears I swear The millions almost right here