These niggas think I'm pussy cause I don't say shit
Niggas know that talk is cheap I will buss yo lip
I ain't gotta say nothing just to f*ck ya bitch
I be acting like I'm broke but I know I'm rich
They don't know bout me
They don't know bout me
I'm from Ralph and Maddie gotta rep my street
Food inspector with the Glock Nigga check my beef
Throwing dirt up on my name Nigga check my cleats
Give a bitch some hard wood Nigga check my sneaks
Crying now and laughing later Nigga check my teeth
Everybody acting colorful I check my bleach
Every nigga ain't ya dog let me check my leash
Gotta bad bitch at the crib that don't keep me soft
Put the red dot on ya man like when the tvs off
I be hanging around some winners when they see me lost
They don't think I'm getting chicken til they see me broth
But I'm sick all ya hating til y'all see me cough
Little niggas think I'm slow until they see me sloth
Niggas think I got the juice until they see me sauce
You can't have my location cause gps off
Let's go
Like a three point shootout gotta keep me some racks yeah
It's the rule a thumb I
Gotta keep it intact
Niggas think they shooting up the pace and I'm not gonna slack
Like I'm shooting underground how I air out the track
I already got the bag ima need me a duffle
I ain't got no mood swing I'll pull up and snuf you
Niggas pulling out they arms but they don't got no muscle
RIP to the bill niggas thinking I'm Russell
These niggas think I'm pussy cause I don't say shit
Niggas know that talk is cheap I will buss yo lip
I ain't gotta say nothing just to f*ck ya bitch
I be acting like I'm broke but I know I'm rich
They don't know bout me
They don't know bout me
I'm from Ralph and Maddie gotta rep my street
Food inspector with the Glock Nigga check my beef
Throwing dirt up on my name Nigga check my cleats
Haaaaa
I pull up in a new foreign shutting ya block off
They be out thinking they stunting sporting a knock off
Perkies have em breaking out in hives but they love it still
I guess that's what baby face meant getting them whip appeal
Strip these niggas for everything like it's intake
You can't f*ck with me on this wax ain't no mistakes
I'm in chop house tomahawk you know the big bone
40 cal Clint Eastwood you know the big chrome
Nigga ain't a movie nah we ain't on Netflix
Shells a give you a wound but won't give you a exit
Everybody's a opp but nobody's a victim
Bullets don't come with a name but it'll pick em
Blowing in these cartridges nothing like old nintendo
Nosey ass neighbors they peeking you through the window
Me wifey Bentley couped up blowing on indo
Bedstuy no lie Ralph and Maddy the shit so
Cuban chain shining just like a candle stick
The cig my nigga Bizzle keep on em just like a cancer stick
Saw ya
So you better keep ya order
For ya ass get hit
Surgeon general get ya stitched Nigga
These niggas think I'm pussy cause I don't say shit
Niggas know that talk is cheap I will buss yo lip
I ain't gotta say nothing just to f*ck yo bitch
I be acting like I'm broke but I know I'm rich
They don't know bout me
They don't know bout me
Yeah I'm from Ralph and Maddie gotta rep my street
Food inspector with the Glock Nigga check my beef
Throwing dirt up on my name Nigga check my cleats
Cardier. - Dont Know Bout Me (feat. (.K-Breeze) Lyrics
Cardier. - Dont Know Bout Me (feat. (.K-Breeze) Lyrics
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These niggas think I'm pussy cause I don't say shit
Niggas know that talk is cheap I will buss yo lip
I ain't gotta say nothing just to f*ck ya bitch
I be acting like I'm broke but I know I'm rich
They don't know bout me
They don't know bout me
I'm from Ralph and Maddie gotta rep my street
Food inspector with the Glock Nigga check my beef
Throwing dirt up on my name Nigga check my cleats
Give a bitch some hard wood Nigga check my sneaks
Crying now and laughing later Nigga check my teeth
Everybody acting colorful I check my bleach
Every nigga ain't ya dog let me check my leash
Gotta bad bitch at the crib that don't keep me soft
Put the red dot on ya man like when the tvs off
I be hanging around some winners when they see me lost
They don't think I'm getting chicken til they see me broth
But I'm sick all ya hating til y'all see me cough
Little niggas think I'm slow until they see me sloth
Niggas think I got the juice until they see me sauce
You can't have my location cause gps off
Let's go
Like a three point shootout gotta keep me some racks yeah
It's the rule a thumb I
Gotta keep it intact
Niggas think they shooting up the pace and I'm not gonna slack
Like I'm shooting underground how I air out the track
I already got the bag ima need me a duffle
I ain't got no mood swing I'll pull up and snuf you
Niggas pulling out they arms but they don't got no muscle
RIP to the bill niggas thinking I'm Russell
These niggas think I'm pussy cause I don't say shit
Niggas know that talk is cheap I will buss yo lip
I ain't gotta say nothing just to f*ck ya bitch
I be acting like I'm broke but I know I'm rich
They don't know bout me
They don't know bout me
I'm from Ralph and Maddie gotta rep my street
Food inspector with the Glock Nigga check my beef
Throwing dirt up on my name Nigga check my cleats
Haaaaa
I pull up in a new foreign shutting ya block off
They be out thinking they stunting sporting a knock off
Perkies have em breaking out in hives but they love it still
I guess that's what baby face meant getting them whip appeal
Strip these niggas for everything like it's intake
You can't f*ck with me on this wax ain't no mistakes
I'm in chop house tomahawk you know the big bone
40 cal Clint Eastwood you know the big chrome
Nigga ain't a movie nah we ain't on Netflix
Shells a give you a wound but won't give you a exit
Everybody's a opp but nobody's a victim
Bullets don't come with a name but it'll pick em
Blowing in these cartridges nothing like old nintendo
Nosey ass neighbors they peeking you through the window
Me wifey Bentley couped up blowing on indo
Bedstuy no lie Ralph and Maddy the shit so
Cuban chain shining just like a candle stick
The cig my nigga Bizzle keep on em just like a cancer stick
Saw ya
So you better keep ya order
For ya ass get hit
Surgeon general get ya stitched Nigga
These niggas think I'm pussy cause I don't say shit
Niggas know that talk is cheap I will buss yo lip
I ain't gotta say nothing just to f*ck yo bitch
I be acting like I'm broke but I know I'm rich
They don't know bout me
They don't know bout me
Yeah I'm from Ralph and Maddie gotta rep my street
Food inspector with the Glock Nigga check my beef
Throwing dirt up on my name Nigga check my cleats
Niggas know that talk is cheap I will buss yo lip
I ain't gotta say nothing just to f*ck ya bitch
I be acting like I'm broke but I know I'm rich
They don't know bout me
They don't know bout me
I'm from Ralph and Maddie gotta rep my street
Food inspector with the Glock Nigga check my beef
Throwing dirt up on my name Nigga check my cleats
Give a bitch some hard wood Nigga check my sneaks
Crying now and laughing later Nigga check my teeth
Everybody acting colorful I check my bleach
Every nigga ain't ya dog let me check my leash
Gotta bad bitch at the crib that don't keep me soft
Put the red dot on ya man like when the tvs off
I be hanging around some winners when they see me lost
They don't think I'm getting chicken til they see me broth
But I'm sick all ya hating til y'all see me cough
Little niggas think I'm slow until they see me sloth
Niggas think I got the juice until they see me sauce
You can't have my location cause gps off
Let's go
Like a three point shootout gotta keep me some racks yeah
It's the rule a thumb I
Gotta keep it intact
Niggas think they shooting up the pace and I'm not gonna slack
Like I'm shooting underground how I air out the track
I already got the bag ima need me a duffle
I ain't got no mood swing I'll pull up and snuf you
Niggas pulling out they arms but they don't got no muscle
RIP to the bill niggas thinking I'm Russell
These niggas think I'm pussy cause I don't say shit
Niggas know that talk is cheap I will buss yo lip
I ain't gotta say nothing just to f*ck ya bitch
I be acting like I'm broke but I know I'm rich
They don't know bout me
They don't know bout me
I'm from Ralph and Maddie gotta rep my street
Food inspector with the Glock Nigga check my beef
Throwing dirt up on my name Nigga check my cleats
Haaaaa
I pull up in a new foreign shutting ya block off
They be out thinking they stunting sporting a knock off
Perkies have em breaking out in hives but they love it still
I guess that's what baby face meant getting them whip appeal
Strip these niggas for everything like it's intake
You can't f*ck with me on this wax ain't no mistakes
I'm in chop house tomahawk you know the big bone
40 cal Clint Eastwood you know the big chrome
Nigga ain't a movie nah we ain't on Netflix
Shells a give you a wound but won't give you a exit
Everybody's a opp but nobody's a victim
Bullets don't come with a name but it'll pick em
Blowing in these cartridges nothing like old nintendo
Nosey ass neighbors they peeking you through the window
Me wifey Bentley couped up blowing on indo
Bedstuy no lie Ralph and Maddy the shit so
Cuban chain shining just like a candle stick
The cig my nigga Bizzle keep on em just like a cancer stick
Saw ya
So you better keep ya order
For ya ass get hit
Surgeon general get ya stitched Nigga
These niggas think I'm pussy cause I don't say shit
Niggas know that talk is cheap I will buss yo lip
I ain't gotta say nothing just to f*ck yo bitch
I be acting like I'm broke but I know I'm rich
They don't know bout me
They don't know bout me
Yeah I'm from Ralph and Maddie gotta rep my street
Food inspector with the Glock Nigga check my beef
Throwing dirt up on my name Nigga check my cleats
Writer: Joseph Livingston, Christian Turner
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Cardier.
Language: English
Length: 3:37
Written by: Joseph Livingston, Christian Turner