Chief Keef - He Don't Know lyrics

[Hook:] f** n***a wanna mug He don't know I got the .40 in the club He don't know I got my shorties in the cut Cause this sh** goin' very nuts Throw 'em up, pop up, shootin' sh** man, cops out He don't know we got Glocks on us He think we gon' knock him out He said that he want war but he don't know Can't tell that little boy what he don't know [Verse 1:] It's me and Dirty Thirty Bullets fly, like little birdy birdy The only pimps I know is Mac and Dirty Thirty With a Tec, told a 50 you can't have Larry Birdy Yeah they say money, power, respect But b**h its money, power, the Tec Point at your block and won't even have any regret You f** n***as be knowing how we get So don't get screwed, I got some n***as with a bunch of tools They come through screwin' sh** like [moppers do] Like don't be talkin' what my choppa do Turn your block to Lil B b**h, Wonton Soup Pull off in my Lady Gaga, skrr I got Hannah, Lady Gaga too Lotta bullets fly, that's what I do [Hook] [Verse 2:] He don't know Got so many cars, when I pull up he won't know He was talkin' to this b**h, she was s**in' me, he don't know And this b**h want blue dream back, I'm like "you don't know" What I smoke, better smoke OG I like Ben Franklins baby, I don't f** with no Gs Can't wait for no b**h cause these hoes be f**in' lowkey Cause you thought your b**h was your b**h But she was s**in' on me, that thot I like She ain't know that almighty so got cinnamon rolls That n***a act like sneak dissin' me gon' get him on It's me and Ben Frank, I don't like people, me and him get along Blow your block, givin' out shots for the face just silicone Cops won't know Unless one of you lil f** n***as snitchin' on me Shootin' up houses Living rooms, bedrooms, and them kitchens only Shootin' up cops Front seats, pa**enger seats, and them engines only [Hook]