Homie, I don't think you know me (No) And I don't think I know you (No) But this clip on the 16 You actin' like I can't let them (Shorty!) I don't think you know me (No) And I don't think I know you (No) The way you shakin' that ass (No, no, no)
Now there's nothin' in this world that I can't get ya I can't sweat ya, but I can't let ya Don't get carried away, I just met ya Or you can get carried away on that stretcher And you respect this gangster When you lookin' at this big diamonds and the necklace, ain't ya? Checking the 22s on the Lexus ain't ya? Peepin' at them black air mex's ain't ya? Friends would say I'm gassin' ya Cause there ain't enough room in the coupe for more passengers But while they feedin' and hatin' We be leanin' and escapin' Keep these beats circulating, but you mean I be thinking Shorty's, a little bit too hype But if a nigga give her anything It will be the pipe, and it will be alright Cause you know the kid will be the type And do it like Lewinsky, beeyatch!
[Chorus] Homie, I don't think you know me (No) And I don't think I know you (No) But this clip on the 16 You actin' like I can't let them (Shorty!) I don't think you know me (No) And I don't think I know you (No) But you lookin' so good And that's just why I can't let them (No)
You will never step out of line and come out your face Cause you don't want to see these guns come out the waist It'll be weeks before your neck come out the brace Months before the verdict come out the case When I'm there, the hypno come out the case Hip hop pops wait for me to come out the place But you know whenever fellas go through I'm in the platinum and yellow gold too I'll always get them girls do the kinky things When they see the size of the pinky ring It looks like a bracelet on my finger Wedding ring in my ear Earrings on my neck, yeah what you expect Nigga, I'm something like a pimp Something about the limp Before something like I'm pimp Instead I'm something like a pimp Cause every thirty days I'm pulling up with something with a tint
[Bridge] And I know something that you don't know Can't nobody stop my nine Can't nobody stop my shine Can't nobody stop my grind And I know something that you don't know Can't nobody stop my flow Can't nobody stop my glow Can't nobody stop my dough
Uh oh, you might see me in Brooklyn My heed is homie if you ever see me in Brooklyn Cause my hat is on the top down when I go back My bulletproof vest on under the throwback I don't see no other platinum rappers doing good like me in the hood like me But keep it in the stat for when they pull the rover You heard what happened the last time they pull me over?