Don’t Know Ya

[Intro]
808 Mafia

[Verse 1: Nephew Texas Boy]
Yeah yeah, I'm on big lit, yeah yeah
Bought a six speed, yeah yeah
That bitch on my team, yeah yeah
That bitch, she a known freak
That bitch gave me her dope key
I just sold that boy like four P's
Pray to God he ain't the police
My trap boomin' like a brick a day
I got birds like Chick-fil-A
I sold that boy a fake four-way
He bought that shit anyway
Rest in peace to Shawty Lo
He got rich off sellin' dope
I got rich off takin' blow
Stretch this dope 'til it can't take no more
Girl, I need to hide my bills here, my whip so big, I can't steer
Four fifteens up in my trunk beatin' so hard, I can't hear
Whip sittin' so damn tall like a tractor from John Deere
Got a sign in my yard, say you can buy your dope here

[Chorus: Nephew Texas Boy]
Young nigga, big pistol
Big Blood, big Crippin'
Good drugs, loose women
I don't talk to broke niggas
I don't talk to ho niggas
Walk on by, don't know niggas
Hundred band whip, I'm a dope dealer, yeah
All the same songs like a dope dealer, yeah
I'm a dope dealer, dope dealer, yeah
I'm a dope dealer, dope dealer, yeah
I'm a dope dealer, dope dealer, yeah
I'm a dope dealer, dope dealer, yeah
I'm a dope dealer, dope dealer, yeah
I'm a dope dealer, dope dealer, yeah
I'm a dope dealer, dope dealer, yeah
I'm a dope dealer, dope dealer, yeah

[Verse 2: Calico Jonez]
Bitch, you way out of your league (What else?)
A brick and a half on the sleeve (Woo)
VVS when I cheese (You see?)
She bow when she worship a P (Man)
Turn a condo to the bando (Bando)
That's a glass pot on the gold stove (Whippin')
Had a weed spot on the low-low (What else?)
But it didn't do shit like the co-co
It's not a race, it's a marathon (Swish)
I gas her up like the Chevron (Chevron)
You'd be a fool if you play with me (Woo)
You lose a family member every fuckin' week
In the meanwhile, this yacht life (Yacht life)
12 hundred karat, this rock life (Rocks)
Sittin' at a table full of millionaires (Money)
I'm shining like a motherfuckin' chandelier (Charms)
My time is Antarctica, bitch Yugoslavian
Dom Pérignon, waste it all on my cardigan (What else?)
And I'm runnin' lights, yeah, I'm breakin' the law again
Make so much money, I might buy me a car again
And no this ain't no Hellcat
488, nigga, spell that (Hell yeah)
Remember back, I was sellin' crack
And I'm five minutes away from goin' back, nigga

[Chorus: Nephew Texas Boy]
Young nigga, big pistol
Big Blood, big Crippin'
Good drugs, loose women
I don't talk to broke niggas
I don't talk to ho niggas
Walk on by, don't know niggas
Hundred band whip, I'm a dope dealer, yeah
All the same songs like a dope dealer, yeah
I'm a dope dealer, dope dealer, yeah
I'm a dope dealer, dope dealer, yeah
I'm a dope dealer, dope dealer, yeah
I'm a dope dealer, dope dealer, yeah
I'm a dope dealer, dope dealer, yeah
I'm a dope dealer, dope dealer, yeah
I'm a dope dealer, dope dealer, yeah
I'm a dope dealer, dope dealer, yeah