"Never Knew" lyrics
Booter Bee & Teeway Lyrics
(Sebz Beats, baby)
Mixing loose with the magic, I never knew how to slap it
I'm from a fucked up block where nitties looting for packet
Fuck a deuce when I back it, I'll leave juice on your jacket
Fill the carbs with that grease, microwave when I crack it
Forty G's in the telly, turning B's into readies
Twenty fiends and I'm steady, I used to sleep on the settee
My nigga T copped the dezzie, niggas squeezing like jezzies
I never knew bout nothing till I was seeping in petty
Never knew about this life and how deep the road gets
Now I'm strapped up, blacked out in this '010
Bro died, felt to go and kill the whole ends
Pull back the hammer, if I see 'em, I'll smoke them
I shot Tooch, I shot Mini, then I did it again
Said I won't ride out and now I'm spinning again
They sent me HMP and I was drilling in pen
Bro chest shot a Javz, now we're billing his head
I never knew how to rock it, I had to learn how to rock it
Pissy O.T. cats, I put that work in my pocket
Forty bells, fuck a rocket, bells fly when I cock it
Hella work on the street and hella work from the socket
Had to trap with hella wraps, VVS's for these waps
Dirty Wesson on my lap, niggas stressing over scraps
I've slapped grown men already but I could get a nigga whacked
Dingers burning by the bushes, hoodie's turning into ash
We get the drop and turn tappy, corn flying out the passy
Done it on the mainers, corn flying out the handy
Slapped it with a T-shirt wrapped like a bally
He slipped up and got splashed with his baddie
Twenty waps and this caine, shit will never be the same
Hit a nigga in his frame while they're dying all the same
They was crying from the pain, I chucked my leathers in the flame
I done O.T. life, rainy weathers in the rain
Tell him look over his back when he's walking in the dark
I gotta look over my back before they bite me in the arse
Rolling round strapped, two burners in the car
Every week armed police flying units in my yard
They took all my phones, they keep seizing my cash
Bet they heard about me squeezing my mash
I heard the leakers are leeching for tracks
Couldn't give a shit, I'm making P's off these packs
Cleaned up, fuck a bleach, a hundred miles, five seats
Nitties cluck for this, ten fiends stuck by the beach
We got loose Trey pounds and two brucks for them neeks
Can't even speak over hammers and that stuff they don't teach
I'm in a trap outta reach, man are pussy and they're clowns
Twelve thousand for the brown, volts licking niggas down
Lick a thirty for the war and I got trapping for the pounce
Press release on the clip and then I'm pushing in the rounds
(Fourty8V)
Mixing loose with the magic, I never knew how to slap it
I'm from a fucked up block where nitties looting for packet
Fuck a deuce when I back it, I'll leave juice on your jacket
Fill the carbs with that grease, microwave when I crack it
Forty G's in the telly, turning B's into readies
Twenty fiends and I'm steady, I used to sleep on the settee
My nigga T copped the dezzie, niggas squeezing like jezzies
I never knew bout nothing till I was seeping in petty
Never knew about this life and how deep the road gets
Now I'm strapped up, blacked out in this '010
Bro died, felt to go and kill the whole ends
Pull back the hammer, if I see 'em, I'll smoke them
I shot Tooch, I shot Mini, then I did it again
Said I won't ride out and now I'm spinning again
They sent me HMP and I was drilling in pen
Bro chest shot a Javz, now we're billing his head
I never knew how to rock it, I had to learn how to rock it
Pissy O.T. cats, I put that work in my pocket
Forty bells, fuck a rocket, bells fly when I cock it
Hella work on the street and hella work from the socket
Had to trap with hella wraps, VVS's for these waps
Dirty Wesson on my lap, niggas stressing over scraps
I've slapped grown men already but I could get a nigga whacked
Dingers burning by the bushes, hoodie's turning into ash
We get the drop and turn tappy, corn flying out the passy
Done it on the mainers, corn flying out the handy
Slapped it with a T-shirt wrapped like a bally
He slipped up and got splashed with his baddie
Twenty waps and this caine, shit will never be the same
Hit a nigga in his frame while they're dying all the same
They was crying from the pain, I chucked my leathers in the flame
I done O.T. life, rainy weathers in the rain
Tell him look over his back when he's walking in the dark
I gotta look over my back before they bite me in the arse
Rolling round strapped, two burners in the car
Every week armed police flying units in my yard
They took all my phones, they keep seizing my cash
Bet they heard about me squeezing my mash
I heard the leakers are leeching for tracks
Couldn't give a shit, I'm making P's off these packs
Cleaned up, fuck a bleach, a hundred miles, five seats
Nitties cluck for this, ten fiends stuck by the beach
We got loose Trey pounds and two brucks for them neeks
Can't even speak over hammers and that stuff they don't teach
I'm in a trap outta reach, man are pussy and they're clowns
Twelve thousand for the brown, volts licking niggas down
Lick a thirty for the war and I got trapping for the pounce
Press release on the clip and then I'm pushing in the rounds
(Fourty8V)
