You Dont Know Bout It (feat. Meek Mill)

Tell me what you know about this

Tell me what you know about that

Tell me what you know about risk

What you know about getting back

Them niggas don't live what they rap

Them boys ain't been in no trap

Them niggas don't know about this

Them boys don't know about that

Ay, you don't know bout it

You don't know bout it

You don't know bout it

Tell me what you know about that

You don't know nothing

You don't know nothing

You don't know nothing

Tell me what you know about that

Hold up, stop the shit

That's word to that red sign

Don't think cause I'm laid up

I won't flatline your red line

My niggas tuck guns in

Catch you slipping, it's bedtime

Gotta kill you by a certain time

Now, that's what I call a deadline

Deadline, deadline

Can't call it like a dead line

When they hit little homie up

I was in Miami getting fed prime

Got my bitch in the studio

She the best Supahead-line

Call her my little ghostwriter

She help me come with them headlines

Headlines, headlines

Put your name in them headlines

Niggas beefing, that's cool

Just give me mine with some red wine

Shouts out to my big homie

When he left, he said grind

My nigga moved so much Britney Spears

They gave that boy Kevin Fed time

Fed time, Fed time, locked down all day

Real nigga by myself, Kevin Hart with it all day

Rather go night-night, nigga

Don't look at that white light, nigga

I'm back on this dark shit

If you scared, get a night light, nigga

Meek Mill:

Crushing all of these bitches

Stunting out on these niggas

Fifty racks in my pocket

On the way to go get it

Northside, yeah, we popping

I was never scared of no nigga

Catch me deep down in that jungle

With them lions, snakes, and gorillas

I be riding round in four-wheelers

Drop-tops with no ceilings

And I ain't talking about Tunechi, bitch

Ball hard but can't hoop shit

Thank God for this, I can tell

Cause jail cells is tuna fish

They locked me down in that hellhole

On state row like a lunatic

Tell me what you know about this

Tell me what you know about that

Tell me what you know about bricks

Thirty two racks, I'll get you that stamp

Them boys ain't toting no straps

Them boys ain't up in that trap

Them niggas ain't bout that life

Tell you bout that white and I'm like, "Where it's at? ",nigga