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They Don't Know Video (MV)




Performed By: Bobby Shmurda
Length: 2:28
Written by: Ackquille Jean Pollard




Bobby Shmurda - They Don't Know Lyrics
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(Aloy)
You know how the kid play
Yo, yo (Kutta, cut that shit up, man)

I can't decide if I'ma cheat the bitch or I'ma leave the bitch
Looked at my watch and see you freezin', bitch
You know I'm stinkin' rich
I keep a job for every season, bitch
I'm out here tweakin', bitch
I keep a Glock and I'ma beat a bitch
Before I need a bitch that call the cops
And I never snitch
I push the pedal, bitch, before I'm not
And my lil' yellow bitch
She thick like Jell-O, bitch, she cost a lot
And I won't tell the bitch that I was sellin' it and pack Glock
It's irrelevant I tried to tell the bitch before I shot

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (they don't know)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (they don't know)
Yeah, yeah

Coke sound (mhm) (yeah)
With a little bit of dope sound (mhm)
Sellin' records like Motown (mhm)
Pimps up, nigga, hoes down, yeah, yeah (mhm)
From the hood where it go down
For my nigga got a fifty in a Ghost now
For my niggas in the crib feelin' dope now (mhm)
For my niggas iced out in the boat now (mhm)
For my niggas got dope on the stove now
For my niggas locked up and the whole 'net
Steam the top of motherf*ckers with a whole round
Drop heads at a motherf*cker doormat (grr)
Put chains on a nigga, this a whole house
And I ain't changin' my nigga from the dog pound
I got game for my niggas in the dog house
I got big and my money done matured now
Still, but a nigga braind on the floor now

Ayy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (they don't know)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (mmh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (mmh) (they don't know)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (it's a bad bwpy ting, you nuh know wah me say)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (di top shotta)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (y'ah rude bwoy?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (none ah unnuh top shotta, yo)
(Yo, yute, don't move)

Yo, tell 'em, "This Rowdy and Bobby"
Bodies on bodies on bodies
I had to shoot up the lobby
Shoot up they shorty
Rowdy gon' shoot up they party (brrt)
I'ma go shoot his sister, shoot they cousins (brrt)
I'ma go shoot up they aunties
I'ma go shoot up they brothers, shoot at they niggas
I'ma go shoot at they mommies
I ain't gon' show no love and f*ck that nigga
My nigga said, "F*ck 'em," then f*ck 'em, I don't trust 'em
I'ma dust that nigga, my nigga said, "Buck 'em", I'm bustin'
No discussion, I'ma rush 'em
Trigger happy since a youngin'
He erratic, told me, "Snuff 'em"
What the f*ck you mean? I bust them, nigga

Ain't fightin' no nigga
Gang, gang, gang (Shmurda)
They don't know
Brrt, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
They don't know
Gang, gang, gang
They don't know
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(Aloy)
You know how the kid play
Yo, yo (Kutta, cut that shit up, man)

I can't decide if I'ma cheat the bitch or I'ma leave the bitch
Looked at my watch and see you freezin', bitch
You know I'm stinkin' rich
I keep a job for every season, bitch
I'm out here tweakin', bitch
I keep a Glock and I'ma beat a bitch
Before I need a bitch that call the cops
And I never snitch
I push the pedal, bitch, before I'm not
And my lil' yellow bitch
She thick like Jell-O, bitch, she cost a lot
And I won't tell the bitch that I was sellin' it and pack Glock
It's irrelevant I tried to tell the bitch before I shot

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (they don't know)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (they don't know)
Yeah, yeah

Coke sound (mhm) (yeah)
With a little bit of dope sound (mhm)
Sellin' records like Motown (mhm)
Pimps up, nigga, hoes down, yeah, yeah (mhm)
From the hood where it go down
For my nigga got a fifty in a Ghost now
For my niggas in the crib feelin' dope now (mhm)
For my niggas iced out in the boat now (mhm)
For my niggas got dope on the stove now
For my niggas locked up and the whole 'net
Steam the top of motherf*ckers with a whole round
Drop heads at a motherf*cker doormat (grr)
Put chains on a nigga, this a whole house
And I ain't changin' my nigga from the dog pound
I got game for my niggas in the dog house
I got big and my money done matured now
Still, but a nigga braind on the floor now

Ayy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (they don't know)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (mmh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (mmh) (they don't know)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (it's a bad bwpy ting, you nuh know wah me say)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (di top shotta)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (y'ah rude bwoy?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (none ah unnuh top shotta, yo)
(Yo, yute, don't move)

Yo, tell 'em, "This Rowdy and Bobby"
Bodies on bodies on bodies
I had to shoot up the lobby
Shoot up they shorty
Rowdy gon' shoot up they party (brrt)
I'ma go shoot his sister, shoot they cousins (brrt)
I'ma go shoot up they aunties
I'ma go shoot up they brothers, shoot at they niggas
I'ma go shoot at they mommies
I ain't gon' show no love and f*ck that nigga
My nigga said, "F*ck 'em," then f*ck 'em, I don't trust 'em
I'ma dust that nigga, my nigga said, "Buck 'em", I'm bustin'
No discussion, I'ma rush 'em
Trigger happy since a youngin'
He erratic, told me, "Snuff 'em"
What the f*ck you mean? I bust them, nigga

Ain't fightin' no nigga
Gang, gang, gang (Shmurda)
They don't know
Brrt, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
They don't know
Gang, gang, gang
They don't know
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Writer: Ackquille Jean Pollard
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.


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