[Intro: Key!]
Niggas think they know about me....Know about me
[Chorus: Key!]
They think they know 'bout me
They don't know me
They got it figured out
They know nun (nothing) at all
I gotta Shake 'Em Off [x8]
[Verse 1: Curtis Williams]
In the drive thru, countin up a ticket
Timeline full of gossip, these niggas done turned to bitches
Funny how they love you 'til you make it
These rumors turn to facts and your partners become haters
They don't know how much this shit took
How much I really give
All the couches that was beds, we ain't have nowhere to live
Put our all in this shit
In return that's what we got
Screaming nigga fuck the Feds, and them niggas trying to plot
With my Bape Tee and my vans on
Had to put them NIKES down
Everyday we go shopping, so I guess that's why they don't like me now
Throwed off of that Gin, my little brother about to roll up
If you ain't talkin checks, then I bet that we don't show up
These niggas ain't a hunnid (one hundred), I keep that shit a hunnid
[?] Tee I swear it costs me a couple hunnid
These niggas ain't a hunnid, I keep that shit a hunnid
[?] Tee I swear it costs me a couple hunnid
Swag
[Chorus: Key!]
They think they know 'bout me
They don't know me
They got me figured out
They know nun at all
I gotta Shake 'Em Off [x8]
[Verse 2: Jace]
Eastside
Eastside
One time for that Eastside
You know that's where I'm from, so I had to say it like three times
In the whip, recline
These niggas talk, I pay 'em no mind
Bitches out here gold diggin', and I'm looking like a gold mine
My Jays laced and my blunts laced
Them cameras on so it's showtime
Red Light
Yellow Light
Green Light and it's go time
Me and Curt met back in '08, ganged up around '09
Took off in that same year, real niggas don't waste no time
We were the ones that they called lame
Now we're the ones that they call up
Them niggas still talkin down, I bet it's cause we coming up
We the ones who run the city
Ya'll niggas the runner up
Hustlin' in the winter time
Try and sew the summer up
I'm down by law, but I'm yellin three the hard way
It's twenty niggas on the twenty-five, posted up in that hallway
Still hustle, no crib, no [?]
But they all know me
And they asking who the fuck are you
It's careful if you don't know me
[Chorus: Key!]
They think they know 'bout me
They don't know me
They got me figured out
They know nun at all
I gotta Shake 'Em Off [x8]