Sum U Didn’t Know lyrics

[Chorus]
Let me tell you somethin' you don't know 'bout me
Two mops, b*tch, I'm chrome hearted
Tear the club up, I shot up both parties
Man, your n*gga, he's a nobody (Thank You Fizzle)
Let me tell you somethin' you don't know 'bout me
Two mops, b*tch, I'm chrome hearted
Tear the club up, we shot up both parties
Man, your n*gga, he's a nobody

[Verse 1]
My new best friend is Pippy Longstocking
And he don't really like Foamposites
He don't really do the long typing
And he look good with diamond gold watches
Let a n*gga reach, we gon' put him in a blendеr
We gon' do his mama house like it's Dеcember
We at Leonardo's, I just slayed Master Splinter
That's for all that wanna be a fake member
The last n*gga got K'd, you remember
We just made a small beef tray, chicken tenders
I swear you n*ggas make this sh*t too easy for me
For three fifty, I'll put some Yeezys on you

[Chorus]
Let me tell you somethin' you don't know 'bout me
Two mops, b*tch, I'm chrome hearted
Tear the club up, I shot up both parties
Man, your n*gga, he's a nobody
Let me tell you somethin' you don't know 'bout me
Two mops, b*tch, I'm chrome hearted
Tear the club up, we shot up both parties
Man, your n*gga, he's a nobody
[Verse 2]
Bro, who made that watch? That's a nobody
See the glitter and the glare, that's for sure Ramy
This a double R, we for sure got it
The chop singing like a soap opera
You for Instagram, you don't want no problems
'Cause if we seen your son, we gon' for sure drop him
Slidin' in the coupe, I ain't got no conscience
You know who in this car, we gon' for sure drop you
We don't do well with the sneak dissin', b*tch
Hop out on a show like Chief Keef with them sticks
What's up with your mans with this beepin' and sh*t?
She gon' let us all f*ck, just keep beatin' the b*tch

[Chorus]
Let me tell you somethin' you don't know 'bout me
Two mops, b*tch, I'm chrome hearted
Tear the club up, I shot up both parties
Man, your n*gga, he's a nobody
Let me tell you somethin' you don't know 'bout me
Two mops, b*tch, I'm chrome hearted
Tear the club up, we shot up both parties
Man, your n*gga, he's a nobody

[Outro]
Man, you know what the f*ck goin' on, n*gga
Yeah, n*gga, your n*gga's a nobody, n*gga
Alright? Nobody cares, n*gga
We don't give a f*ck about none of that sh*t, n*gga
n*gga, like I said— n*gga
n*gga throw a hundred in here and walk off
They'll go crazy
Stop playin' with us
You know the truth