You Ain’t Know lyrics

[Intro]
Smoking dope, smoking dope
It's the, it's the, it's the, it's the, it's the, it's the Criminal Manne
Smoking dope, smoking dope
It's the, it's the, it's the, it's the, it's the, it's the Criminal Manne

[Verse]
Shoot that pus*y with that Uzi clip, straight from the hip
Flip this whole sh*t over, take his f*cking life into the crib
b*tch, the Mossberg pump sing a sweet song
Knockin' down your f*ckin' block like I was King Kong
Devil in me got an easy job—to kill and rob
Got some manner on my chest, so it's time I mob
b*tch, I'm cut-throat, you can tell I got no soul
Steppin' up out about the f*ckin' gates of hell and leave them body froze
2-11, 1-8-7, killin' angels up in heaven
Bringin' that blood straight to the reverend, burn a church, sip on a beverage
Creepy-creepy, slow on my tippy-toes
Freaky-freaky hoes want it in their bootyhole
Demons stalkin' on your squad, where is your God? b*tch, you's a fraud
I know you saw, tighten up before my pistol c*ck
Sauce, you got no sauce, you talkin' sh*t
But I can promise you that you can't f*ck with the f*ckin' boss

[Chorus]
You ain't know that I'm a hitter in the bush
You ain't know that I'm a killer and a crook
You ain't know I got your name inside my book
You ain't know I leave your pus*y ass shook
You ain't know that I'm a hitter in the bush
You ain't know that I'm a killer and a crook
You ain't know I got your name inside my book
You ain't know I leave your pus*y ass shook
[Outro]
Smoking dope, smoking dope
It's the, it's the, it's the, it's the, it's the, it's the Criminal Manne
Smoking dope, smoking dope
It's the, it's the, it's the, it's the, it's the, it's the Criminal Manne