K1ng J4h - Know Nobody

Hello
Where the fuck you at
We waiting
Yeah, get your stuff

Yo who the fuck is this
I don't know who that is

I don't know nobody
Sippin' brown, I don't know bobby
I got 1- 2- 3, Who you brining to the party
Black, White, and she Spanish make em' call me poppy
I know Keisha, I know molly
Get the real don't get no copy
What

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh don't say it word
I got O's he got that work
He got xans she got them perks
Talking white just like a clerk
Talking straps just like her purse
Say your prayers go to church
In your mouth well call me purp
We don't snitch we go to court
All these pigs I need a fork
Do the time eat the pork
You want beef I keep it short
I ain't talking bout a port
Chasing dollars like a sport
He got bricks who need who a fort
I hear 12 that mean abort

I mean you listen when I say so
Dope like I talk to Pedro
Moving coke, got them pesos
Whipping mayo can't catch my pace so
A nigga can't fight but his choppa built like Lego
Why he always talking clips, what clips you he a work at Regal
He don't know, that I know, that I know where he stay though
I ain't even take your bitch, that's your bitch that was my ego
Yeah I'm only getting deaths when a man feel like he equal
Yeah I'm only getting fresh when a man feel like Knievel
What

I don't know nobody
Sippin' brown, I don't know bobby
I got 1- 2- 3, Who you brining to the party
Black, White, and she Spanish make em' call me poppy
I know Keisha, I know molly
Get the real don't get no copy
What

Rags to Riches treat bag like sandwiches
If the cops pull us over I just sip my OJ Simpson
Got some bitches in the back and they look like Ashely Simpsons
And they sisters, one a chicken
In the cut like some stiches
But I know the opps out keep it sharp like incisions
With my foot on the gas so I pass any decision
When the blunt get ashed its like a light for the ignition
Spit that knife what's in that kitchen
Boyarde then do them dishes
Bullets how we deal with snitches
Pull up in Honda Civic
Load the clip then extended
Out window shoot witness
Run your mouth get that fitness
Count them stacks flip them figures
Call me Tony just not Tigger
Your nigga just not your nigger
Ahh

I don't know nobody
Sippin' brown, I don't know bobby
I got 1- 2- 3, Who you brining to the party
Black, White, and she Spanish make em' call me poppy
I know Keisha, I know molly
Get the real don't get no copy
What

Written by:
Jaire Dobbins

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