Nann n*gga lyrics

[Intro]
(Buddah bless this beat)
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[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
Ho, you don't know nann n*gga
Benz bigger, go realer, real killer
Facts, smack sh*t, jackin’, scammin'
Miami, Broward, Palm Beach, [?]
From juvenile to county to prison, make millions
Still drop bodies and albums, count 'em
Got a Phantom and a Lambo
Two mansions and a Chevy
Wedded, tell the kids I ain't they stepdaddy
Young n*gga with a meth habit, still flashin', kidnappin'
I shoot a ho, b*tch, who you know more money than me now? (Hey)
Ho, you don’t know nann n*gga gon’ pull up, f*ck you dry (Yeah)
Ho, you don't know nann n*gga who comin' how I be comin' (Hey)
And you go everywhere, anybody tell 'em run it (Yeah)
b*tch, you don't know nann n*gga, you know that it ain't nann n*gga like Kodak
You don't know nann n*gga that came up off a onion (Yeah)
Ho, you don't know nann n*gga who got this here auroma (Yeah)
I don't know why nonе of them n*ggas ain't put no jewelry on you (Yеah)
Bet this your only time you ever f*cked a Zoe (Hey)
Ho, you don't know nann n*gga that keep that pus*y sore (Hey)
Ho, you don't know nann n*gga with more Givenchy than me (Yeah)
Who come through fish tailin' that Bentley like a banshee (Yo)
With a hunnid hood n*ggas, we trappin' out the mansion (Yeah)
You don't know no young n*ggas rock gator with the linen (Yeah)
Ho, you don't know nann n*gga behind the wall and winnin’ (Yo)
I done went and franchised my n*ggas and bought a Wendy's (Yeah)
Even though they be trippin', I'm givin’ millions back to the city (Yeah)
Bet you don't know no young n*gga who bought they hood (Nah)
[Verse 2: Taylor So Made]
Ayy, you don't know nan' ho go PJ at the clearport sippin' both
You don't know nan' ho keep a n*gga on a string like a yo-yo
From the 205 to the 305, I pop my sh*t for sure
Cut a n*gga off, he [?] grocery bags from the store
These n*ggas be actin' like, b*tch, you got a lil' sugar in your tank
These hoes lookin' at me funny, baby, I'm laughing to the bank
Rolls rug out of mink, Hermès blanket
GT 63 Soulja Boy, I crank it
You never had no bad b*tch like me, n*gga
I don't care who she is, she had never made me feel lil'
You know I went AP, MAC-10, I'm gettin' to the skrilla
They talkin' the type of numbers I want, I can't consider
Ayy, waist snatched, face beat, these hoes can't f*ck with me
Yeah, I know that's wrong, baby, I can't do nothin' for free
[?], you can look but don't be touchin' me
You don't know nan' ho who snipe, shoot sh*t from the three
Break a IG model heart, trick a NFL player
You don't know nan' ho like me
Stand on business, c’est la vie
I ain't even tryin' to f*ck that n*gga
Told him my pus*y out of order
He wanna drink my bath water
Oh, I think he like my aura