Zikyre - they ain't know (feat. Chyko) Lyrics

Skrrr
Chyko for a reason
Huh
If they got problems with me
Let them talk and let them yarn their shit
If they want problems
I got 99
Santa clause with the shit
I got the P they ain't know
I got the piece they ain't own
Look at my wrist
Look at the feets
I'm living dreams, they ain't woke
If they got problems with me
Let them talk and let them yarn their shit
If they want problems
I got 99
Santa clause with the shit
I got the P they ain't know
I got the piece they ain't own
Look at my wrist
Look at my feets
I'm living dreams, they ain't woke

Chyko
I do the things they never expected
Pissing on the bitches that rejected
Huh
Back then
Pull up with the entourage with my men
60K on the table, that's the item
Ayy
Ayy
Nigga, be careful what you say
Glock, Glock, Jiggy, Jiggy, no go whine them
Brrrrr
Big 4-4 but I got it on safety
My babe with me, we go Santorini
If ain't talking funds my jiggy don't be silly
I know say you be Thomas you no need believe
Ayy
From London to Berlin
On a road trip sipping my lean
OMG
AMG
My 4's on the road
Abulo I'm swerving
I no need Chukwu to clear your doubts
Been around the world, round about
Niggas with the fake love and I'm standing out
This is fame, this is clout
Enshrouded the city got them all knocked out
Sleeping on me
Haha
Alaye is lost, Alaye dey watch
I left him dumbfounded

If they got problems with me
Let them talk and let them yarn their shit
If they want problems
I got 99
Santa clause with the shit
I got the P they ain't know
I got the piece they ain't own
Look at my wrist
Look at the feets
I'm living dreams, they ain't woke
If they got problems with me
Let them talk and let them yarn their shit
If they want problems
I got 99
Santa clause with the shit
I got the P they ain't know
I got the piece they ain't own
Look at my wrist
Look at my feets
I'm living dreams, they ain't woke

Yeah
All the BS said get out the door
Get out the door bitch
I just sold out my shit at the dome
I got no regrets bro
I been getting deals like I'm Tesco
Took em all, took em all
Money long, money long
I feel like a trenchcoach
But I never wear out
Recycle
The cash in the bundle, Bible
The one, I got disciples
The one, but no oracle
I don't like you
Can't fake it, cause I'm not you
You can't do the things that I do
If you try, get blown like candles
This isn't what you play with
No need for altercation
You rely on your savings
I spend that on my apron
Split that cash with my day one
Yeah, yeah
Skrrr
Chyko for a reason
Huh