Don't Know (feat. Sauvi the Coolest)

Uh! Yeah You niggas just don't know Uh huh You niggas just don't know Kazie Right Uh You niggas don't know about this fly shit Women on the dick addressing me as, "Your Highness" The shit I be writing is timeless And everything a nigga be rocking is all high end Cool to the sneaks Top down while a nigga cruise to the beat I been moving discreet You niggas better watch how you move in these streets 'Cause my niggas got the tools to defuse any beef So, you can try that shit if you like You niggas is trif- if you don't think we're winning for life Your girl all up in my DM's like, "Give me the pipe!" So either she ain't really yours or you ain't hitting it right Making plays on the 405 freeway Getting to this money I ain't slept in like 3 days Mimosa sipping, Redondo Beach, Cheesecake I told baby, "I can't get caught up on a cheap date" You niggas just don't know (Just don't know) What it's like cruisin' in a whip With a bitch on go (On go, on go, on go) I keep my shoes clean Clothes pressed and my wrist on froze (Wrist on froze) With a crispy lineup and a fade, never fake nor pose (Never fake nor pose you niggas don't know) You niggas don't know Gold chains, gold rings, bitch I'm really from the street I see you niggas going broke, I'm checking checks every week Oh that's your main bitch? Yeah I know her she a freak Pink slips for my cars, you rappers still try to lease I'm a beast when it comes to these beats, I spit facts Yeah I heard your last tape, I can tell it's all cap Niggas whack, reason why these hoes always choose Remain the same man, whether I win or I lose I never trust a soul niggas sing like the blues Sliding with my brother Kazie bitch we out making moves Worked hard for that 50 ball you ain't got to clue I've been grinding since a youngin' this ain't never been new Stayed true to myself you can ask around my hood Shoutout to the whole city everywhere I'm always good Showed love through it all Left Coast we gon' ball Delete my phone number, bet she still gon' call (Facts!) You niggas just don't know (Just don't know) What it's like cruisin' in a whip With a bitch on go (On go, on go, on go) I keep my shoes clean Clothes pressed and my wrist on froze (Wrist on froze) With a crispy lineup and a fade, never fake nor pose (Never fake nor pose you niggas don't know) You niggas don't know You are now listening to Grown Folks ONLY