William Hutson - Something They Don't Know lyrics

[Intro: Daveed Diggs] SB, what up Hellfyre club, what up It's Clipping, b**h Tell them something they don't know [Verse 1: Daveed Diggs] The thing about murder is it's a mess The thing about hiring k**ers is payment is stressful The thing about living long is regret But sh**, sometimes you just got to pull the f**ing trigger Prophetic profiteering pop a pill in a park And wheeling around on a Segway calling it a metaphor You on that next sh** What you get sh** A synthetic sense of being Stop on a hill in the dark and dealing With sounding like deadweight Calling up Jennifer she on that X sh**, no s** sh** She sells Cialis by the seaside out the sixth floor balcony apartment He bows when he enters a touch of cla** 'fore he touch that a** And she never suspected the geriatric motherf**er would pull something fast It was the last move he ever made so Needless to say she was on some not today sh** and Even it came when you met up with her for the date like Damn ,If you had any game at all it could have been a hell of a weekend But instead you got stabbed in the f**ing chest [Hook: Daveed Diggs] Cause you ain't know who the f** you were dealing with Talking about your dough like it's bakers in the building, b**h You couldn't even blow if the dick was in between your lips co*k back, cop that, drop stacks, run motherf**er The baller's in the building Tell them something they don't know Tell them something they don't know Tell them something they don't know Give a f** about your feelings Unless you Tell them something they don't know Tell them something they don't know Tell them something they don't know [Verse 2: SB the Moor] Yo, the old n***a's dead New n***a step up, never gave a f** Living in his head b**h texts some cops sharing Milky Puffs But he more about his bread, uh So when he had heard the n***a had ended up red Carte blanche motherf**er He had a couple of bumps and his nerves was lead Headed to the HNIC's eyes Ice tea, he driving on the 101, tired of asking nicely She said "Get your a** some paper, life's pricey And if you want this p**y, get with it, fit it with ice Icy is always better, that's the way that I see it" Damn, she right though And this sh** is flight or fight, bro But the flight ain't getting you nothing So you better stick to the night, yo Get your a** some nighttime vision And no no one hears your plight, so You best turn lead to steel Better go and get your a** right, go Walk through the door, doorman laughs (hahaha) but he don't say nothing He probably thinking he bluffing Soft n***a who stuffed with stuffing but he God damn serious, ughhh n***a probably thinks he's delirious, ughhh But the bomb strapped to his chest gonna explain how damn clear he is [Hook] Cause you ain't know who the f** you were dealing with Talking about your dough like it's bakers in the building, b**h You couldn't even blow if the dick was in between your lips co*k back, cop that, drop stacks, run motherf**er The baller's in the building Tell them something they don't know Tell them something they don't know Tell them something they don't know Give a f** about your feelings Unless you Tell them something they don't know Tell them something they don't know Tell them something they don't know [Verse 3: Nocando] I feel like a young Heihachi Mishima My bloodline is the product of demons f**ing with this young hollywood model She don't so d** so she probably bulimic, alright I'm sliding through the city intravenous Smelling like a struggle and feeling like completion I'm too seasoned to rhyme without a reason Give me 300 million Rupiah, yea I'm feeling Indonesian, right Look into my iris you might glimpse my soul My best friend just got off a high risk parole We've been through ups and downs in life's give's and go's Don't f** with us tonight cause we so happy we could fight [Hook] Cause you ain't know who the f** you were dealing with Talking about your dough like it's bakers in the building, b**h You couldn't even blow if the dick was in between your lips co*k back, cop that, drop stacks, run motherf**er The baller's in the building Tell them something they don't know Tell them something they don't know Tell them something they don't know Give a f** about your feelings Unless you Tell them something they don't know Tell them something they don't know Tell them something they don't know [Verse 4: Open Mike Eagle] We all a**orted bones thrown in a sack of flesh I wonder what that actress gets for being on The Bachelorette I don't know what's on all my broken rap ca**ettes But I won't trash them yet And I don't know why I'm in a crew with all solo guys We got our own secret language Plus our logo's fly I really think so Like I was turning Japanese I also think you can make poison from churning appleseeds So don't drink with me I ate a Gummy Bear recently that put me on every possible frequency I bet you didn't know that sh** Mission accomplished This is a pompous missive--admittedly, it's dishonest [Verse 5: Daveed Diggs] If the skeletons in your closet are having a quinceañera Then it's probably time to open the f** up Full disclosure: there's foolies tucked in every crevice you ain't searched And your mind is a prime candidate to merk if you would let it So better run trick (run trick) Cause the game ain't a game no more it's a f**ing gun trick (gun trick) Click, click, hear that in a dream With the team that mean on the tongue quick Tick, tick, it's a bomb in the basement Basically stay in the sun, b**h Cause the vitamin D isn't necessary Bitter bite on the mind, a reminder of times You done bit off more than you can chew Should have known this was about monsters They wait in the closet for you And you wait in the dark for enlightenment Frozen in a warrior two How's your chakra, bro? When you co*k the four and peel back your skull like platanos Pop pop And it goes, and it goes, and it goes (and it goes, and it goes) And again Pop pop Get low, get low, get low (get low, get low) Gonna pick out a halo, sh** Chop chop Did you know, did you know, did you know (did you know?) To be static does he make the automatic go (RAWK) And the body go drop And the party don't stop Liquor shot, give a motherf**er props [Hook] Cause you ain't know who the f** you were dealing with Talking about your dough like it's bakers in the building, b**h You couldn't even blow if the dick was in between your lips co*k back, cop that, drop stacks, run motherf**er The baller's in the building Tell them something they don't know Tell them something they don't know Tell them something they don't know Give a f** about your feelings Unless you Tell them something they don't know Tell them something they don't know Tell them something they don't know