He Don't Know - Chief Keef

Fuck nigga wanna mug

He don’t know I got the .40 in the club

He don’t know I got my shorties in the cut

Cause this shit goin' very nuts

Throw 'em up, pop up, shootin' shit man, cops out

He don’t know we got Glocks on us

He think we gon' knock him out

He said that he want war but he don’t know

Can’t tell that little boy what he don’t know

It’s me and Dirty Thirty

Bullets fly, like little birdy birdy

The only pimps I know is Mac and Dirty Thirty

With a Tec, told a 50 you can’t have Larry Birdy

Yeah they say money, power, respect

But bitch its money, power, the Tec

Point at your block and won’t even have any regret

You fuck niggas be knowing how we get

So don’t get screwed, I got some niggas with a bunch of tools

They come through screwin' shit like Like don’t be talkin' what my choppa do

Turn your block to Lil B bitch, Wonton Soup

Pull off in my Lady Gaga, skrr

I got Hannah, Lady Gaga too

Lotta bullets fly, that’s what I do

Fuck nigga wanna mug

He don’t know I got the .40 in the club

He don’t know I got my shorties in the cut

Cause this shit goin' very nuts

Throw 'em up, pop up, shootin' shit man, cops out

He don’t know we got Glocks on us

He think we gon' knock him out

He said that he want war but he don’t know

Can’t tell that little boy what he don’t know

He don’t know

Got so many cars, when I pull up he won’t know

He was talkin' to this bitch, she was suckin' me, he don’t know

And this bitch want blue dream back, I’m like «you don’t know»

What I smoke, better smoke OG

I like Ben Franklins baby, I don’t fuck with no Gs

Can’t wait for no bitch cause these hoes be fuckin' lowkey

Cause you thought your bitch was your bitch

But she was suckin' on me, that thot I like

She ain’t know that almighty so got cinnamon rolls

That nigga act like sneak dissin' me gon' get him on

It’s me and Ben Frank, I don’t like people, me and him get along

Blow your block, givin' out shots for the face just silicone

Cops won’t know

Unless one of you lil fuck niggas snitchin' on me

Shootin' up houses

Living rooms, bedrooms, and them kitchens only

Shootin' up cops

Front seats, passenger seats, and them engines only

Fuck nigga wanna mug

He don’t know I got the .40 in the club

He don’t know I got my shorties in the cut

Cause this shit goin' very nuts

Throw 'em up, pop up, shootin' shit man, cops out

He don’t know we got Glocks on us

He think we gon' knock him out

He said that he want war but he don’t know

Can’t tell that little boy what he don’t know