You Don't Know - Bodega Bamz

Why do you say «keep it 100» backwards, man?

'cause, I mean, we, we overuse that word, «keep it 100»

So, I said fuck it, let me do it backwards

And that’s the type of shit we on, like, my shit is real

You know what I mean?

Like, my niggas is real

You know how I mean, the whole set is real

G shit, nigga, I’ma keep it fuckin' wavy 'cause we wavy

We providers or riders?

Where are we?

Yo, I’ma keep it all the way fuckin' tall, B, and I’m 5'7″

Ask yourself, «what would Yams do?»

Might’ve seen me all around, I’ll tell ya, clown

You don’t know me

You’ve prob’ly seen me in Sin City wit' all the biddies

You don’t know me

I know you’ve seen my vidos on MTV

You don’t know me

Heard me on the radio like every day (I'ma keep it tall, bruh)

You don’t know me (Fuck ya life, fuck ya mom)

You might’ve seen me all around, I’ll tell ya, clown (Just keep it G)

You don’t know me (I'm sippin', I’m drinkin' Henny)

You’ve prob’ly seen me in Sin City wit' all the biddies

You don’t know me

I know you’ve seen my videos on MTV

You don’t know me

You might’ve seen my BM

Tell yo' bitch you don’t know me

Woo, damn, nigga

Woo, damn, nigga

Woo, damn, nigga

Woo, damn, nigga (yeah!)

Ridin' 'round, the top down, top down

Speedin' through the highway, prob’ly won’t make it, whoa

Chiddy chiddy bang bang, chillin' with the gang gang

Eatin', chopped cheese for the mice, god damn

Mac-10, TEC-9

Semi-autos sound like brrrrr, take it

Fuck you, fuck him, fuck her, fuck y’all

Fuck every-single-body who hated (ow)

I’ma get it how I get it, fuck the po-po (ow)

I was sellin' cocaine to my uncle (ow)

I’m from the streets where I gotta be savage

Fuck a bank, half a mill in the mattress

Straight cash, I don’t gotta pay taxes

When I die, I’ma buy my own casket

Up in killer Cali, fuckin' every actress

Up in Hollywood, fuckin' every actress (ow)

You might’ve seen me all around, I’ll tell ya, clown

You don’t know me

You’ve prob’ly seen me in Sin City, wit' all the biddies

You don’t know me

I know you’ve seen my videos on MTV

You don’t know me

Heard me on the radio like every day

You don’t know me

You might’ve seen me all around, I’ll tell ya, clown

You don’t know me

You’ve prob’ly seen me in Sin City, wit' all the biddies

You don’t know me

I know you’ve seen my videos on MTV

You don’t know me

You might’ve seen my BM

Tell yo' bitch you don’t know me

Woo, damn, nigga

Woo, damn, nigga

Woo, damn, nigga (yeah!)

Woo, damn, nigga (yeah!)

Yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah!

You know I get nervous when I be hittin' it, right?

Ha ha ha ha

Ha ha ha ha, fuck you hoe

'bout to be rollin' up the backwood

Droppin' all the guts on the floor, you basic (say what?)

I ain’t gon' flex, I ain’t gon' stress

I ain’t gon' text you back, keep waitin' (they what?)

No new homies, no new nothin'

Not a negative, hell nah, I’ma holler (woop)

Dead presidentes, Washingtons, Jacksons, Franklins

Every single dollar (ow)

You might’ve seen me all around, I’ll tell ya, clown

You don’t know me

You’ve prob’ly seen me in Sin City, wit' all the biddies

You don’t know me

I know you’ve seen my videos on MTV

You don’t know me

Heard me on the radio like every day

You don’t know me (ow)

You might’ve seen me all around, I’ll tell ya, clown

You don’t know me

You’ve prob’ly seen me in Sin City, wit' all the biddies

You don’t know me

I know you’ve seen my videos on MTV

You don’t know me

You might’ve seen my BM

Tell yo' bitch you don’t know me

Woo, god damn, I don’t give a fuck, nigga

Woo, god damn, I don’t give a fuck, nigga

Woo, god damn, I don’t give a fuck, nigga

Woo, god damn, I don’t give a fuck, nigga (yeah!)