U Ain’t Know

[Intro: Stat Quo]
Yeah
It's your [?] Stat Quo, representing that A-Town, you understand me?
[?]
I got my nigga Bun B with me, you know what I'm talking 'bout?
[?] on the track

[Verse 1: Stat Quo]
[?] niggas from [?] tryna move on my terf
Dropping dimes to the feds, [?] work
I got some niggas that bang for me, toat thangs for me
[?] blow [?] chop caine with me
Put the birds on the strip, [?]
Got [?] pack [?] trip
Hopped in the van, with my eyes on a caper
Ain't no hesitation, [?] for the white and the [?]
[?] drama, we handle it
[?]
[?] Imma hit you with an AK [?]
Got my game as a youth, [?] hustle [?]
Put that barol [?], [?]
Outa town niggas thinking it's sweet in Atlanta
Till them big choppers come out and snap like cameras
Shawty, we ain't [?], we got brand new hammers
Rеady for combat, [?]

[Chorus: Bun B]
I'm candy painted slab, got flames with the chromе
A pack of trill niggas, that run up in your home
You ain't know, nigga
You ain't know, nigga
You ain't know, nigga
You ain't know, nigga
We got the dro by the boatload, and coke by the keys
[?] dick suckers, like to get down on they knees
You ain't know, nigga
You ain't know, nigga
You ain't know, nigga
You ain't know, nigga

[Verse 2: Bun B]
[?] up in the hood on full grind
Full time, ready to give a nigga the full 9
Got my niggas that's down with me, [?] run the town with me
[?] pussy nigga [?] with me
[?] blazed up, we loaded the K's up
It's that Underground King, with middle fingers raised up
I ain't [?] your bitch ass, got my gun [?]
See your pistols must be punished, they won't come out and play
Staying in the crib won't stop [?] setting [?] off
[?] kick off
[?] don't stop me
That safe gon' open, or somebody getting [?]
Guaranty that when I put in work, it won't be sloppy
[?] somebody killed your ass, nigga, just not me
Head back to the headquarters, and chop up the [?]
It's how we do it down in the dirty south, bitch, you ain't know

[Chorus: Bun B]
I'm candy painted slab, got flames with the chrome
A pack of trill niggas, that run up in your home
You ain't know, nigga
You ain't know, nigga
You ain't know, nigga
You ain't know, nigga
We got the dro by the boatload, and coke by the keys
[?] dick suckers, like to get down on they knees
You ain't know, nigga
You ain't know, nigga
You ain't know, nigga
You ain't know, nigga

[Verse 3: Stat Quo]
I'm a [?]
[?] Slim Thug [?] with me
NBA with Bun B, Imma ride for Pimp C
[?] is an army, better yet a navy
Aftermath [?] things tend to get Shady
So I wait for him, ready with that loaded 380
I'll murder any fucker [?] my space
[?] holes in his face

[Chorus: Bun B]
I'm candy painted slab, got flames with the chrome
A pack of trill niggas, that run up in your home
You ain't know, nigga
You ain't know, nigga
You ain't know, nigga
You ain't know, nigga
We got the dro by the boatload, and coke by the keys
[?] dick suckers, like to get down on they knees
You ain't know, nigga
You ain't know, nigga
You ain't know, nigga
You ain't know, nigga