Still Don’t Kno lyrics

[Verse:]
I'm from GA where the feds will follow ya
And the streets will swallow ya, and it's
So many bricks that you could build a mansion
With the guest house and the room for expansion
12 rooms, 8 baths, don't make me laugh
12 rounds on my hip, don't make me blast
It ain't no secret, hoes is about it
Was flippin' that soft white before I ever became famous
A few tried, but they shall remain nameless
Lunar eclipse, they tryna block my shine
Say what the f*ck you want, can't stop my grind
1 million, 2 million, 3 million, 4
What the hell, maybe it's 12
So listen, lil mane, this before the rap game
Before 'em videos, before all 'em shows
Look at me now n*gga, I rock my own clothes
Mold my b*tches, yeah I make my own hoes


I'm from GA where the feds will follow ya
And the streets will swallow ya, and it's
So many bricks that you could build a mansion
With the guest house and the room for expansion
n*gga please, I make money when I'm sleep
5 bricks on my lap, 100 thousand dollar nap
New Desert Eag, that's a thousand dollar strap
They say I can't rap, better smoke another blunt
I see ya when I see ya, I be in London for a month
You n*ggas bench riders, we know you won't play
2 shows a day even In the UK
I hear you n*ggas talkin', but I ain't listenin'
My neck got jealous of my wrist again
You know me, I still do it for the hood
But when them n*ggas came up, them n*ggas changed up
You know me, still the same ole G
Got the Rari in the trap, 40 ounce of Old E
62's like pancakes, the waffle house
When it comes to snowman, you better watch ya mouth
And ya back and ya front, sh*t's real, you better guard ya grill
Two 40 cals plus them choppas
You can call the ambulance, minus the doctors
Matter fact, n*gga, hold ya breath
Go get ya pistol out ya car, n*gga, kill yourself WHAT?!