IF YOU DIDN'T KNOW (Explicit) - OLIVER GRIND
Lyrics by：Oliver Tapper
Composed by：Oliver Tapper
Money mo money mo spend it on the trap door
I was only fourteen slangin' on the down low
Tryna break a junkie bitch
And then I get my racks up
Baby where your car keys lil' bitch?
My pockets colder
I was in the jail
But let the nigga hit the concrete
When I knock the top off
Then you talk your ass off
I was in there taught me how to play a part
And how to cut the game
Like a motherfuckin' chainsaw
Money mo money mo money mo
I was only fourteen fourteen
Tryna break a junkie bitch a junkie bitch
What we were you comfort to the bitch
My pockin' so low
I want bitch concreate
But let the nigga hit the concrete
When I knock the top off
Then you talk your ass off
I was in there taught me how to play a part
And how to cut the game
Like a motherfuckin' chainsaw
Man I hate the police
Law just got me sowed up
Now every time you meet a pussy bitch
It's 'bout that time to
Get a bag nigga from a ghetto ass neighborhood
I'm 'posed to be a street trill nigga
I ain't got no love
Man I hate the police
Law just got me sowed up
Now every time you meet a pussy bitch
It's 'bout that time to
Get a bag nigga from a ghetto ass neighborhood
I'm 'posed to be a street trill nigga
I ain't got no love
