‎u do not know lyrics

[Chorus: BenjiCold]
You do not know 'bout that jazz (Know 'bout that jazz)
You do not know 'bout that sh*t, yeah
You do not know 'bout that gang, ho
You do not know 'bout that clique (Know 'bout that clique)
All of my n*ggas are selling weed, we making them waves, lil' n*gga get hit (n*gga get hit)
Yeah, my n*gga Amir on the beat, he going crazy, so sick (Going so sick)
You do not know 'bout that jazz (Know 'bout that jazz)
You do not know 'bout that sh*t, yeah
Play with your b*tch like a saxophone (Yeah)
Get my n*gga bring that money home (Yeah)
Stripper white b*tch, yeah, she give me dome
Play with that b*tch like a xylophone (Skrrt)
You do not know what type of swag I'm on (Skrrt)
You do not know what type of swag I'm on (Yuh)

[Verse 1: BenjiCold]
You do not know, ha
You do not know, you do not know
All of my n*ggas need credit, I know
Get my n*gga Lunch to pull it through two times four (The four)
Yeah, through two times four (Two times four)
n*gga get hit with the D-R-A-C-O (Draco)
n*gga talk crazy (Talk crazy)
Racks go get 'em, racks go get 'em (Skrrt), yeah, they don't
Yeah, lil' ten ball on 'em, [?] all on his head, yeah, that n*gga dead (He dead)
Shh, that's too fed, I ran up the racks like what should it be?
Like Lancey, n*ggas ain't hear what I said
[Verse 2: Lunchbox]
I pour a four in that drink, I'm so high, there's no feel in my legs
That ho won't leave me alone, she don't like I be sipping all that
[?] spot with some thots, all these hoes could get fit in my pants
Damn, we do be living like that
Lil' b*tch, I got this whole sh*t on my head, I got this drip from Japan
The way he ran up [?] like that (Like that)
That choppa [?] like it's head
The way she shake it, she grab me like that
That lil' b*tch different, no cap (Fah)
Know 'bout no—, what does it cost, they don't know 'bout this drip
What does it cost, they don't know 'bout this fit
b*tch, that ho is your thot, it's a nobody's b*tch (Fah)
Know 'bout no—, my brothers slide through the block, we don't know 'bout no b*tch
b*tch, they gon'— (Fah), I think I know [?]
I swear to God, think I know [?] (Frr)
(Fah) b*tch, it ain't no one like this
I'm on that block, got the ho [?] my hip
I'm on that block, got that b*tch follow my hip
AMG, and it's fast as f*ck, n*gga
These n*ggas hate me, they be mad they gon' never
We got bands, we ain't cap a f*ck n*gga
f*ck 'em up, we gon' whack a f*ck n*gga
But these hoes tryna trap a young n*gga
I got racks, I got bags as young n*gga
[?] this sh*t be my passion, young n*gga
All this sh*t ain't imagined, young n*gga
[Chorus: BenjiCold]
You do not know 'bout that jazz (Know 'bout that jazz)
You do not know 'bout that sh*t, yeah
You do not know 'bout that gang, ho
You do not know 'bout that clique (Know 'bout that clique)
All of my n*ggas are selling weed, we making them waves, lil' n*gga get hit (n*gga get hit)
Yeah, my n*gga Amir on the beat, he going crazy, so sick (Going so sick)
You do not know 'bout that jazz (Know 'bout that jazz)
You do not know 'bout that sh*t, yeah
Play with your b*tch like a saxophone (Yeah)
Play with your b*tch like the—, uh, yuh
Stripper white b*tch, yeah, she give me dome
Play with that b*tch like a xylophone (Skrrt)

[Outro: BenjiCold]
f*ck these n*ggas hoes right