Ramirez You Ain T Know Lyrics

[Verse]
Shoot that pussy with that Uzi clip, straight from the hip
Flip this old shit over take his fucking life in to the crib
Pistol [?]
Knocking down yo' fucking block like I was King Kong
Devil in me got an easy job, to kill and rob
Got some manner on my chest, always on my mind
Bitch I'm cut-throat, you can tell I got no soul
Stepping up out about the fucking gates of hell and leave them body froze
Two eleven, one eight seven, killing angels up in heaven
Bringing that bless rate to the reverend
Burning church upon the beverage
Creepy creepy slow on my tippy-toes
Freaky freaky hoes want it in they bootyholes
Demons stalking on your squad, where is your god, bitch you's a fraud
I know you saw, tighten up before my pistol cock
Sauce, you got no sauce
You talking shit but I can promise you that you can't fuck with the fucking boss

[Hook]
You ain't know that I'm a hitter in the bush
You ain't know that I'm a killer and a crook
You ain't know I got your name inside my book
You ain't know I leave your pussy ass shook
You ain't know that I'm a hitter in the bush
You ain't know that I'm a killer and a crook
You ain't know I got your name inside my book
You ain't know I leave your pussy ass shook