u do not know lyrics

[Chorus: BenjiCold]
You do not know 'bout that jazz (Yeah, know 'bout that jazz)
You do not know 'bout that sh*t, yeah
You do not know 'bout that gang, huh (Uh-huh)
You do not know 'bout that clique (Know 'bout that clique)
All of my n*ggas is sailin', we makin' them waves, lil' n*gga get hit (Yeah, yeah, n*gga get hit)
Yeah, my n*gga Amir on the beat, he goin' crazy, so sick (Skrrt, goin' so sick)
You do not know 'bout that jazz (Know 'bout that jazz)
You do not know 'bout that sh*t, yeah
Play with yo' b*tch like a saxophone (Yeah)
Get my n*gga, bring that money home (Yeah, yeah)
Stripper white b*tch, yeah, she give me dome
Play with that b*tch like a xylophone (Skrrt)
You do not know what the swag I'm on (Skrrt)
You do not know what the swag I'm on (Yeah)

[Verse 1: BenjiCold]
You do not know, huh
You do not know, you do not know (You do not know)
All of my n*ggas need credit, I know
Get my n*gga Lunch to pull out the two times four (The four)
Yeah, the two times four (Times four)
n*gga get hit with the D-R-A-C-O (Draco)
n*gga talk crazy (Talk crazy)
Racks go get 'em, racks gon' get at they dome (Skrrt, yeah)
Yeah, lil' ten ball on 'em, ten bands all on his head, that n*gga dead (He dead)
Shh, that's too fed
I run up the racks like what should it be?
Like, "Lunch, these n*ggas ain't hear what I said"
[Verse 2: Lunchbox]
I pour a five of that drank, I'm so high, there's no feel in my legs
That ho won't leave me alone, she don't like I be sippin' in that
Just left spot with some thots, all these hoes who can't fit in my bed
Damn
Way that we livin' like, "Damn"
Lil' b*tch, I got this whole sh*t on my head
I got this drip from Japan
The way he ran up, brodie hit 'em like, "Damn"
That choppa hit like a Xan'
Way that she shake it, she got me like, "Damn"
That lil' b*tch did it on cam, fah
Know 'bout no f—
What I just copped? They don't know 'bout this drip
What I just copped? They don't know 'bout this fit
With ya ho, with ya thot, yes, I know 'bout this b*tch, fah
Know 'bout no f—
My brodie slide through the block, we don't know 'bout no vest
That sh*t go, "Fah"
I think I know Michael Vick
I swear to God, think I know Michael Vick, flip
Fah, b*tch, it ain't no one like this
I'm on that block
Gotta hold onto my hip
I'm on that block
Got that Chris Paul on my hip
Uh, AMG and it's fast as f*ck, n*gga
These n*ggas hate me, they be mad as f*ck, n*gga
We got bands, we ain't cappin', f*ck n*gga
f*ck 'em up, we gon' whack a f*ck n*gga
Why these hoes tryna trap a young n*gga?
I got racks, I got baggage, young n*gga
'Cause this sh*t be my passion, young n*gga
I did sh*t, ain't imagine, young n*gga
[Chorus: BenjiCold]
You do not know 'bout that jazz (Yeah, know 'bout that jazz)
You do not know 'bout that sh*t, yeah
You do not know 'bout that gang, huh (Uh-huh)
You do not know 'bout that clique (Know 'bout that clique)
All of my n*ggas is sailin', we makin' them waves, lil' n*gga get hit (Yeah, yeah, n*gga get hit)
Yeah, my n*gga Amir on the beat, he goin' crazy, so sick (Skrrt, goin' so sick)
You do not know 'bout that jazz (Know 'bout that jazz)
You do not know 'bout that sh*t, yeah
Play with yo' b*tch like a saxophone (Yeah)
Play with yo' b*tch like the, uh, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Stripper white b*tch, yeah, she give me dome
Play with that b*tch like a xylophone (Skrrt)

[Outro: BenjiCold]
(f*ck these n*ggas talkin' 'bout? Hah)