theydontevenknow lyrics
by 1crusafix
[Intro: Venthan]
Woah, what did you just say? (Uh?)
That's so politically incorrect (Yeah yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I would never say anything like that
(Like what’d I even do bruh? Pull the blick on me like what'd I even do bruh?)
Why would you ever say something that bad?
[Chorus: Venthan]
Always get your way and then
I gotta say I'm alright
Really ain’t that hard to figure out that something's not right
Oh-h-h, sip, sip, sip, sip real slow
Oh-h-h, got a lotta sh*t, that they don't even know
[Verse 1: Venthan]
I gotta choppa, let it blow
Shoot one hundred f*ckin' bullets and like three gon' hit your skull
If he-if-i-if he talking down then you know I'm on go
And I'm makin all this dough
Nah, I'm actually broke as f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
Choppa make him waddle like a duck, duck, duck, duck
Lately I’ve been running out of luck, luck, luck, luck
Said he doing sh*t and I’m like yuck, yuck, yuck, yuck
(We got crusafix on our song)
[Verse 2: 1crusafix]
b*tch I'm f*ckin’ up, finding diamonds in a row
Wish I'd hit his f*ckin' head, bullets gonna knock him down
You sound American
Blade on me like Anakin
Think you need some medicine
How they came from settlement?
Bloody step, bloody step, walkin' down the aisle
Talkin’ stuff on me, knock him out like this sh*t Nyquil
Choppa got a beam, flashlight, like the Eiffel
Every time you rap, you talkin' sh*t and stealin' my flow
(shoutout prkr blu)
[Verse 3: prkr blu]
W or L for a guy, who can't get b*tches
3 hoes on my di*k, yeah, I call that sh*t christmas
Why you acting suspicious?
Push me away, like your ass is a piston
I been making headshots, but I ain't talking no pictures
When I see your face, I read you down, just like a scripture
Hit a home run, yeah, I'm a big hitter
Im on go-go-go, just like a winner
[Chorus: Venthan]
Always get your way and then I gotta say I'malright
Really ain't that hard to figure out, that something's not right
Oh-h-h, sip, sip, sip, sip real slow
Oh-h-h, got a lotta sh*t, that they don't even know
[Outro: Venthan]
I gotta choppa, let it blow
Shoot 100 f*ckin bullets and like 3 gon hit ya skull
I-I-if he talking down, then you know, I'm on go
And I'm making all this dough
Nah, I'm actually broke, as f*ck-f*ck-f*ck