Lil' Scrappy: You ain't know

[Chorus:]You aint knowYou aint knowYou aint knowYou aint knowImma go and hit ya bitch first (you aint know)After that then go in her purse (you aint know)Dog her out if the pussy is the worst (you aint know)Know all the niggas with the fuckin work (you aint know)Holla at ya boy if you want the purp (you aint know)Talk shit then ya get ya ass murked (you aint know)Showin out gone get ya feelings hurt (you aint know)And Im to real to have my name in da dirt (you aint know)[Verse 1:]Whats up nigga is u lame wit no nameCryin on my phone cause you aint got no brainIt aint my fault cause yo brain cant explainDa and missles the pain that you get from the cainI went thru da sunshine and da rain but I had to maintainWalkin bus to a planeThey knocked me out but I still feel da sameCan anybody help me, Can you feel my painSpeeding down da highwayTruck an impressGot da tool on my seat, and da vest on my chestIm da 05 chain ya aint stuck in da rainIm so fine, no lie, shorty just gave me da brainIm too real, I give dap to errbody And I dont give a fuck Ill slap errbody,And you dont like me, And I dont like you You go around and fuck my bitch And Imma fuck yours too[CHOURS][Verse 2:]I keep it poppin aint no stoppingPistols poppin heads dropping niggas Dats mad at me cause they fuckin wind is floppinIm da topic wheels choppinHaters watchinNiggas poppin dem thangs dat a leave ya damn head rockinI dont recommend dat you dont pay attentionUntil maturally you in the fetal positionScrappy be getting moneyYeah I know you was wishingSayin a nigga aint real, you was bullshittingI was born as a militant midgetI got guns and funds and a nigga can get itI got da cain, bet ya 15 digitsI got that hard nite-quil, if you need a fixinI bombard em straight charge emMy boys shoot towards any cop and squad emNo leg no arm I kick rocks you lameLyrics so sick you form a voice spear round ya dame[CHORUS][Verse 3:]Now off top im Bohagon Im a fool dont flexUnderstand what Im sayin I keep da tool on deckGotta couple bad bitches Gotta few girls dat take me state to stateAnd help me make da cakeIm layin low now I gotta coke date to make Might cost a couple grandI keep dat shit in my handIt might go wrong I keep dat shit in da planSo when shit fuck up I know dat shit in advanceNiggas wanna play wit it thank its a game and Come at me sideways Thank im a lame like I aint got real shit running thru my veinsLike I want pull that real thang and bust those veinsYou see me im da sameGotta lot more change, a lot more bitchesGiven alot more brainDa king of da country shitDats my thang Im Bohagon motherfucka dats my name (you aint know)