Dunno - Stogie T, Nasty C

I done most, yeah

Money come, friends come

Money go, yeah

Real love, fake love

I get ‘em both, yeah yeah (Goddamn!)

You dunno (Dunno)

You dunno (Dunno)

You dunno nothin' ‘bout, nothin' ‘bout me

You dunno (You dunno)

You dunno (You dunno)

You dunno (You dunno)

You dunno know nothin' ‘bout, nothin' ‘bout me

I don’t mean to be on my own dick

But I was just chilling and listening to me (Me)

Ridin' down the highway middle finger up, I felt like Mr. Bean (Bean)

Lately I’ve been talking to the reaper

And tryna convince him to let me be (Be)

But somebody gotta have a strap (Strap)

And we all strapped to our seats (Seats)

Cause a lot of niggas is dying in these streets (Streets)

Somebody’s vhaying this week

I don’t wanna be seen on the side of the road

And my body wrapped up like sweets (Sweets)

Remember those days when it was just J & J Lavie?

(Vie)

My city move like one team

But now niggas givin' us looks and steam, yeah

Chop chop, get to the cream (Cream)

Heard a lot of people don’t like me, I’m so worried OMG!

(G, yeah)

Bunch of fuckin' goofballs

Tell my goon go get ‘em, I hit him with a through ball, stru God

In a ghost (In a ghost)

Sittin' low (Sittin' low)

I seen it all (Seen-seen)

I done most, yeah

Money come, friends come, money go, yeah

Real love, fake love, I get ‘em both, yeah yeah (God damn)

You dunno (Dunno)

You dunno (Dunno)

You dunno nothin' ‘bout, nothin' ‘bout me

You dunno (You dunno)

You dunno (You dunno)

You dunno (You dunno)

You dunno know nothin' ‘bout, nothin' ‘bout me

In a Range, in the club, shooting my shot, in a Golf

She getting T off, hitting them birdies balls deep in the hole

Bend her back, get top, left brats on her jaw

Get a bag, spend it all

Get it back when we tour

Get a stack and stash-stash-stash offshore

And I got mans on call with a bad temper that don’t like your sought

Internet thug low key board hashtag war but you Microsoft

Them guys are opps, they smile and plot

Like Hyman Roth, if you gon' bite the crotch at least towel off

I better feel no vibe next time you wanna talk

Straight to the money, all that yang get the sayanor'

Bunch of fuckin' goofballs

Tell my goon go get 'em like a alley-oop, dawg, stru God!

In a ghost (In a ghost)

Sittin' low (Sittin' low)

I seen it all (Seen-seen)

I done most, yeah

Money come, friends come, money go, yeah

Real love, fake love, I get ‘em both, yeah yeah (God damn)

You dunno (Dunno)

You dunno (Dunno)

You dunno nothin' ‘bout, nothin' ‘bout me

You dunno (You dunno)

You dunno (You dunno)

You dunno (You dunno)

You dunno know nothin' ‘bout, nothin' ‘bout me