If U Didn’t Know b*tch lyrics

[Intro: 211]
If you didn't know, b*tch

[Verse 1: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Money mo, money mo, n*ggas on the track with dope
I was only fourteen, slangin' on some dial soap
Tryna break a junkie b*tch and then I get my di*k sucked
Why you runnin', you c*cksucker? b*tch, my pockets swoled up
I was into gamblin', n*gga hit the concrete
When I knock the socks off, you can talk your ass off
My step daddy Darrell taught me how to play broad
And how to cut game, like a motherf*ckin' chainsaw
Mane, I hate the police, lawyers got me sowed up
Now every time you see them crooked b*tches, fire that thang up
Ghetto ass n*gga, from a ghetto ass neighborhood
I'm ready to kill, stеal, trill n*gga, I ain't got no love
Stressin' all that bullsh*t, that trick I'm playin, ho, front, I buck 'em down
Hе's in my trunk, stankin' like a skunk
This is from experience, I sacrificed my life to the streets, yeah, n*gga
f*ck peace

[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & 211]
Shoot on a trick, when I'm thick
Slick ain't got no sorrow, b*tch
If you didn't know, b*tch
[Interlude: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & 211]
Ah, yeah, this sh*t is like this right here
For all y'all sissy ass n*ggas
If you didn't know, b*tch
You think you wanna get some?
This sh*t is too thick, buster ass, n*gga
f*ck peace
Yeah, b*tch, I'm finna take care of my business
If you didn't know, b*tch
What's up to my n*gga 211
You know what I'm sayin'
'Cause my n*gga gangbang on any kinda thing
Know what I'm sayin'
It's like this, ho-ass n*gga

[Verse 2: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
I woke up in the mornin', smokin' breakfast got me dazed
I threw on my Khaki shirt, OG style, baby doo-doo braids
I'm plottin' on these sissy sucker, they run they grip constantly
My road-dog Lil' John strapped with "M", for one, we faithful to the streets
Because I grew up with no sh*t up in my frigerator
Sometime I hustle from the circle, put food on my table
I'm down to die on my time, it was for me I own, you talkin' gankin'?
Adiós, partner, show you wrong
I'm full of alcohol but tryna make my pockets swole
In fact, I'm slangin', stangin', gankin', when I'm on the stroll
Ey, yo, I'm only down with n*ggas that I hang with
Bizzat to they high fade, ain't meant for no robbin'
Yo, fizzact, persizzonally, they say I'm insizzane
And I ain't thinkin' bout no lawyer, see my sack's fat
Smokin on some trizznue, blowin a gun, it izznew
My bank on swole, n*gga, 'cause I'm livin' by the tone
f*ck peace, my '98 is '93 with hammers on, biatch
[Chorus: Skinny Pimp & 211]
Shoot on a trick, when I'm thick
Slick ain't got no sorrow, b*tch
If you didn't know, b*tch

[Outro: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & 211]
Ah, yeah, y'all know what motherf*ckin' time it is
All the real motherf*ckin' killers, proud of they self
Like me, know what I'm sayin'
If you didn't know, b*tch
Any kinda ana' I got with a b*tch ass n*gga, mane
I told y'all, I'ma take care of it, b*tch
So step on up
If you didn't know, b*tch
Be the next contestant to the morgue, ho