Don't Chya Know Lyrics

No tats on my body, they're all in my head

Hahahaha

You knew I had to hit 'em with a part two

Kill 'em J

Lez get it!

Don't chya know, it's a fact

If I'm cornered, I attack

Want a 'rarri, black on black

If I can't, mac on mac

Fuck wit me, can get wacked

Rip your heart out, one by one

If I can't, I'll be done

Take your wife and your son

Burnin' bodies, like the sun

I spit rhymes just for fun

Take two ladies, make a bun

Fucked a hoe, and your mom

One was married, oh my God

Boy came home, grabbed a gun

I was trippin', watch my lung

That was Tulsa, Sooner love

Livin' life, on the run

If I die, tell no one

Might be hard, up your nums

Mine be ready, pistol, pump

Kill 'em all, body dump

What I want, involves none

Worst of all, Army pun

Put in work, fuckin' cunt

Don't chya know, I be movin'

Ooh, all these tracks, I be groovin'

Ooh, don't chya know, I be movin'

Ooh, all these tracks, I be groovin'

What the fuck! Don't make sense!

Why the schools have a fence?

Monkey play, self-defense

Change ya ways or get clenched

Covid causin' pestilence

Cops are comin', grab your kin

But be nice, hold the pin

No explosion, savin' kids

Pay the price, hypocrite

Back with vengeance and I'm lit

I'll be carvin', do the splits

Throwin' stones and some sticks

Are you tired, Are you sick?

Ridin' brooms, what a witch

Hit the dab, grab a pic

Yea my daughter, ain't she wack

Love you boo, I'll be back

Daddy's workin', stackin' racks

Win or lose, titans clash

Other rappers, empty trash

Avenger hulk, watch me smash

Nose the blow, puff the hash

Buy that bitch, lickin' ass

Wipe it up, make it fast, yuh

Don't chya know, I be movin'

Ooh, all these tracks, I be groovin'

Ooh, don't chya know, I be movin'

Ooh, all these tracks, I be groovin'

Movin' work, pushin' weight

Oh my God, Jesus fake

Level up, measure tape

Outer space, savin' grace

Psychopath, is my chase

Dark and crazy, close the shades

Grippin' bricks, paddy cake

In the air, I get baked

Slingin' blades, hesitate

Cut the chin, take his face

Boogey man, it's a race

Want it all, elevate

Fuck the judge, close the case

Snap his neck, 'liminate

People shoot, better skate

Body parts, here's the crates

Keepin' secrets? Ain't a crime

Getting' yours, I'll get mine

Chinese bitch and she fine

Spread her legs, it's a dime

Murder one, what's the fine

History, concubines

After rain, there's a sign

Hate this paper, fuck the lines

Mixin' drinks, where's the lime

Wrap it up, close the hatch

Brand new truck, brand new batch

Private room, I'ma smash

Overdose, sniffin' glass

Fuck the benz, want the cash

Rollin' over, it's a crash

Don't chya worry, I'll be back, yuh!

You can't believe everything you hear

Real recognize real

You fuck with me, you fuck with us

Don't chya know

Hahahaha

Vengeance