Don't Know Her ft. Nicholas.B Lyrics

I don't know her name

But she don't know my last

She know my current life

She aint privy to the past

How we hit the fucking stage

and we divvy up the cash

Livin like I hate my life

But really issa blast

Be careful how you move

In this profession keep it silent

They be plottin on your name

That's the jealous and the violent

Ride a fuckin wave

No I'd rather eat a bullet

Watch me rearrange my diet

Smith and wesson

You should try it

Life on the road

But usually i fly it

Touchdown , roll up

That's a good fucking pilot

N' its fuck your opinion

You can cancel me on twitter

My dreams coming true

Gotta chance and we delivered

I don't know her name

N' she only know my music

But the bitch gave me brain

Till she nearly fuckin clueless

Man of the year

Cuz I really fucking do this

That's a hard pill to swallow

Please be careful when you chew this

Go get yourself a snack

Got hors d'oeuvres on the bus

If i fuck her one time

That's a permanent slut

Shows on the road

Cuz I'm growing as persistent

Now you came as a fan

But you going as a witness

Bitch I started from the system

That's from poor to being able

Bitch I been about real

From the casket to the cradle

Said i won't get this far

Now a motherfucker further

When I send the tracks for master

Now they sounding like its murda

I don't know her name

She ain't worried bout that

She gon still scream mine

When I hit it from the back

I got cash, I got racks

Whatchu know bout

Gotta bag and I stack

But I spend it all, facts

Yeah I spend it on merch

Me and Griff we comin' first

I been killin' all these beats

See em' ridin in a hurse

All these haters be on dirt

Why you hating you a dork

I been ballin with no court

Beat the case when I'm in court

I count money when I'm bored

You funny, you not important

Rock designer imports

You funny, you not important

Hit miami when I'm bored

It's funny, you not important

Got a lot I'm working towards

You bummy, you not important

I don't know her name

We ain't worried bout that

Ima still pass her off

To the homies in the back