WTF DO YOU KNOW

Look, M.I.A. niggas thought I was missin' I was chill with a bitch, I was trippin Rappin' and shit, niggas think I be dissin' But if the shoe fits, lil' bitch, get to kickin Rock if it fits, lil' bitch, that's the motto Diss back, you can catch a hollow Just like the producer, my strap be on otto Catch you a milli, like winning the lotto Like, what Are you dumb Play with these bitches, I do it for fun Play with a strap, cause I got me a gun I be reloading clips cause I got me a drum Now he is meeting his end Stupid lil' hoes they be playing with men You need to check if that's really a friend Three whole months you ain't been in the benz But you talkin bout Grah, what What you talkin' bout Bitch, what What the f*ck do you know Grah, what the f*ck do you know Grah, but you talkin' bout And you talkin' bout Bitch, grah, what the f*ck do you know Grah, what the f*ck do you know (bitch, everything-) You don't know me Cause I swear I came up on my doley Now watch, I'ma cop me a Rolex Like bitch, would you ride even if it's a stoley Now I promise these hoes a distraction M.I.A. I was missin' in action Now I'm back with this shit, I be rappin' Grip tucked, I'm never lackin I be writin and shit in the V I be playin', pretendin' I'm sleep Stupid hoes, they be cryin' O.D. But I do not care, I don't believe Lyin and shit, bitches really be cap They say best friend and then stab in the back Now I'm alone, gotta run up my racks Big stack, stay strapped, but you know I been that But you talkin bout Grah, what, but you talkin' bout Bitch, what, what the f*ck do you know Grah, what the f*ck do you know But you talkin' bout And you talkin' bout Bitch, grah, what the f*ck do you know Grah, what the f*ck do you know