U Aint Kno? Prod. Neana

(Hook) Miss thing got more ass than a little bit (little bit) Oh you n***s ain't know (ain't know) Let me lay this thang just a little bit (just a little bit) Tryna see where this could go In and out off magazines So I seen a couple things Good jean on my hip No heart on my sleeve Yeah bitch you doing you but you could never do me (oh shit) Oh you n***s ain't know (Verse 1) I’m the bitch posted up in the gif Dark liques on the tongue Couple grands on the wrist Many bitches tryna ball They ain't stunting like this Number one draft pick Booking overseas trips When I come through N***s acting brand new So I treat em like the coop If its hot lose the roof Let me hit you with da scoop You the farthest from the truth Parseltongue in my rhymes spewing venom in the booth Bling bling bling on my million dollar steez ho Hugged up in the cut with your mans on my chicho N***s know how we do Spit game type lethal Word play kinda cray Rip the stiches off your diesels He really feigning to tap that Trade outta line Dick pics off the snap chat Just cause you hit the celly that don’t really mean Ima write back I’m always on my grind Need a drink and a snack wrap Watch me stroll on bitches Like a AKA And Ima make a couple racks off the songs I make Sallie Maeing these n***s Bitch you pay your way And if ya funds kinda low Stay the fuck out my face Slow it up I’m crispy cremed up Save up for c cups Switch up no re up Cakey eating these n***s on life support With salt pepper ketchup and hot sauce If you tryna be the boss then you gotta pay the cost Fat bitch in a porshe Don’t getcha frame tossed Jus stacking life savings cause you know I’m tryna floss Mascara on the lash pink tint in the gloss Ima be me You gonna be you Bitches is popping but where is the proof These n***s want beef I get carrots for spew And I’m here for my credits cause credits is due Oaahh This n***s really tryna come through All up grill What you really tryna do These faggots ain't real and what they spitting ain't the truth Bitch I’m out getting deals and foreign sponsors with the crew Yo yo What you tryna do (4x) (Hook) Miss thing got more ass than a little bit (little bit) Oh you n***s ain't know (ain't know) Let me lay this thang just a little bit (just a little bit) Tyrna see where this could go In and out off magazines So I seen a couple things Good jean on my hip No heart on my sleeve Yeah bitch you doing you but you could never do me (oh shit) Oh you n***s ain't know (Verse 2) Fuck the pillow talk if he in it for the sex He only want them draws or he tryna get connects Never chase a n*** fuck I looked like pressed Steady hitting my phone gotcha baby moms stressed Bitch I’m too blessed Curve keep em clueless Spit game is ruthless Rug burns and nooses Fell in love with a papi from around my way He loved to talk a lot shit so I sat on his face If you a real chick throw it up like this Mami stack the cheddar Mami push that whip Mami fuck that n*** Mami fuck that bitch And if them bitches ain't loyal then these n***s ain't shit (2x) (Hook) Miss thing got more ass than a little bit (little bit) Oh you n***s ain't know (ain't know) Let me lay this thang just a little bit (just a little bit) Tyrna see where this could go In and out off magazines So I seen a couple things Good jean on my hip No heart on my sleeve Yeah bitch you doing you but you could never do me (oh shit) Oh you n***s ain't know (yo bring it back) Oh you n***s ain't know (2x)