Ain’t Heard Bout You lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Bibby]
These rappers is actors, they life is in scenes (Cut, cut, cut)
You catch me in traffic, got pipes with the beams
Got so many clips that I could make a movie
Herb got the Uzi up under the Coogi
Them n*ggas with you they look like some goofys
Gon try to rob me, you gon have to shoot me

[Verse 2: Lil Herb]
n*gga tryna rob me? That will never happen
Keep my Smith & Wesson
Hollows to his chest and someone call a reverend
Taught that boy a lesson, here come 911
Stand right over here check him if you ain't check him
Fo' Nickle jam, damn he caught a blessing
Better not come through flexing all my n*ggas reckless
If you looking for us, just pull up on Essex

[Verse 3: Lil Bibby]
I trap on the corner no matter the weather
A stack for the sweater, I trap in Margielas
Shooters they with me they pack a Baretta
She let me f*ck from the back when I met her
That .357 will send you to heaven
These n*ggas is tellin my n*ggas is felons
My b*tches dyking like they name was Ellen
Laughing at n*ggas like they name was Kevin
[Verse 4: Lil Herb]
Aye, codeine what I'm sipping, gas what I'm inhaling
Posto what you smelling
Rollin up dutches in the living room got my momma yelling
Chill out, why you trippin, f*ckin up my session?
Here a couple 100's go watch channel 7
Momma knew I was the man since I was 7
Therefore she don't give a damn about the present

[Verse 5: Lil Bibby]
I hop on the track, you could see what I'm spitting
You n*ggas wouldn't believe how I'm living
I don't think they could take the heat in the kitchen
I pray my young n*ggas get freed out the prison
My block is hot, the police is tripping
My n*ggas savage, don't need a religion
I see n*ggas oppin then I'm going shopping
I pop out the cut then I'm squeezing and dipping

[Verse 6: Lil Herb]
Hah, and we call that completing the mission
You know everywhere we go got like 2 or 3 poles
Shoot the b*tches if you look suspicous

[Verse 7: Lil Bibby]
Play with me, you gon sleep with the fishes
No them killers don't shoot from a distance
And them n*ggas ain't leaving no witness
Eat up tracks man this beat was delicious
[Hook: Both]
That f*ck n*gga ain't gon shoot
n*ggas is cappin, they say that they savage
But I ain't heard nothin bout you
That f*ck n*gga ain't gon shoot
They say that they trappin, they claim that they got it
But I ain't heard nothin bout you

[Verse 8: Lil Herb]
Before me and Bibby had verses and show money pilling
We were just young n*ggas wilding
Even though I be rapping about murders and violence
When the police come, I'm silent
Louie V on my shirt, and Gabana my shades
Versace my belt, I be stylin
Your b*tch says she in love with my "Hot n*gga" verse
Now she sucking my di*k from freestyling

[Verse 9: Lil Bibby]
I'm still puttin on for my city
f*ck n*ggas rapping like Bibby
Still ride around with my glizzy
Pull up and do a n*gga like Ricky
Said you can't get out of this game
End up murked like Caine
Y'all n*ggas be looking like stains
Yung Berg I'll take a n*gga chain
[Hook]