Chief Keef - He Don't Know lyrics
Chief Keef [Keith Farrelle Cozart] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Chief Keef - He Don't Know lyrics]
Fuck nigga wanna mug
He don't know I got the 40 in the club
He don't know I got my shorties in the cut
Crunchin shit goin' very nuts
Pull up, hop out, shootin' shit
Bring cops out
He don't know we got Glocks on us
He think we gon' knock him out
He said that he want war but he don't know
Can't tell that little boy what he don't know
It's me and Dirty Thirty
Bullets fly, like little birdy birdy
The only pimps I know is Mac and Dirty Thirty
With a Tec
Told a 50 you can't have Larry Birdy
Yeah they say money, power, respect
But bitch it's money, power, the Tec
Point at your block and won't
Even have any regret
You fuck niggas be knowing how we get
So don't get screwed
I got some niggas with a bunch of tools
Like don't be talkin' what my choppa do
Turn your block to Lil B bitch, Wonton Soup
Pull off in my Lady Gaga, skrr
I got Hannah, Lady Gaga too
Lotta bullets fly, that's what I do
Fuck nigga wanna mug
He don't know I got the 40 in the club
He don't know I got my shorties in the cut
Crunchin shit goin' very nuts
Pull up, hop out, shootin' shit
Bring cops out
He don't know we got Glocks on us
He think we gon' knock him out
He said that he want war but he don't know
Can't tell that little boy what he don't know
He don't know got so many cars
When I pull up he won't know
He was talkin' to this bitch
She was suckin' me, he don't know
And this bitch want blue dream back
I'm like "you don't know"
What I smoke, better smoke OG
I like Ben Franklins baby
I don't fuck with no Gs
Can't wife no bitch cause these
Hoes be fuckin' lowkey
Cause you thought your bitch was your bitch
But she was suckin' on me, that thot act like
She ain't know that almighty
So got cinnamon rolls
That nigga act like sneak dissin'
Me gon' get him on
It's me and Ben Frank, I don't like people
Me and him get along blow your block
Givin' out shots for the face just silicone
Cops won't know unless one of you lil fuck
Niggas snitchin' on me shootin' up houses
Living rooms, bedrooms
And them kitchens only shootin' up cops
Front seats, passenger seats
And them engines only
Fuck nigga wanna mug
He don't know I got the 40 in the club
He don't know I got my shorties in the cut
Crunchin shit goin' very nuts
Pull up, hop out, shootin' shit
Bring cops out
He don't know we got Glocks on us
He think we gon' knock him out
He said that he want war but he don't know
Can't tell that little boy what he don't know
He don't know I got the 40 in the club
He don't know I got my shorties in the cut
Crunchin shit goin' very nuts
Pull up, hop out, shootin' shit
Bring cops out
He don't know we got Glocks on us
He think we gon' knock him out
He said that he want war but he don't know
Can't tell that little boy what he don't know
It's me and Dirty Thirty
Bullets fly, like little birdy birdy
The only pimps I know is Mac and Dirty Thirty
With a Tec
Told a 50 you can't have Larry Birdy
Yeah they say money, power, respect
But bitch it's money, power, the Tec
Point at your block and won't
Even have any regret
You fuck niggas be knowing how we get
So don't get screwed
I got some niggas with a bunch of tools
Like don't be talkin' what my choppa do
Turn your block to Lil B bitch, Wonton Soup
Pull off in my Lady Gaga, skrr
I got Hannah, Lady Gaga too
Lotta bullets fly, that's what I do
Fuck nigga wanna mug
He don't know I got the 40 in the club
He don't know I got my shorties in the cut
Crunchin shit goin' very nuts
Pull up, hop out, shootin' shit
Bring cops out
He don't know we got Glocks on us
He think we gon' knock him out
He said that he want war but he don't know
Can't tell that little boy what he don't know
He don't know got so many cars
When I pull up he won't know
He was talkin' to this bitch
She was suckin' me, he don't know
And this bitch want blue dream back
I'm like "you don't know"
What I smoke, better smoke OG
I like Ben Franklins baby
I don't fuck with no Gs
Can't wife no bitch cause these
Hoes be fuckin' lowkey
Cause you thought your bitch was your bitch
But she was suckin' on me, that thot act like
She ain't know that almighty
So got cinnamon rolls
That nigga act like sneak dissin'
Me gon' get him on
It's me and Ben Frank, I don't like people
Me and him get along blow your block
Givin' out shots for the face just silicone
Cops won't know unless one of you lil fuck
Niggas snitchin' on me shootin' up houses
Living rooms, bedrooms
And them kitchens only shootin' up cops
Front seats, passenger seats
And them engines only
Fuck nigga wanna mug
He don't know I got the 40 in the club
He don't know I got my shorties in the cut
Crunchin shit goin' very nuts
Pull up, hop out, shootin' shit
Bring cops out
He don't know we got Glocks on us
He think we gon' knock him out
He said that he want war but he don't know
Can't tell that little boy what he don't know