I don't know her name
But she don't know my last
She know my current life
She aint privy to the past
How we hit the f*cking stage
And we divvy up the cash
Livin like I hate my life
But really issa blast
Be careful how you move
In this profession keep it silent
They be plottin on your name
That's the jealous and the violent
Ride a f*ckin wave
No I'd rather eat a bullet
Watch me rearrange my diet
Smith and wesson
You should try it
Life on the road
But usually i fly it
Touchdown , roll up
That's a good f*cking pilot
N' its f*ck your opinion
You can cancel me on twitter
My dreams coming true
Gotta chance and we delivered
I don't know her name
N' she only know my music
But the bitch gave me brain
Till she nearly f*ckin clueless
Man of the year
Cuz I really f*cking do this
That's a hard pill to swallow
Please be careful when you chew this
Go get yourself a snack
Got hors d'oeuvres on the bus
If i f*ck her one time
That's a permanent slut
Shows on the road
Cuz I'm growing as persistent
Now you came as a fan
But you going as a witness
Bitch I started from the system
That's from poor to being able
Bitch I been about real
From the casket to the cradle
Said i won't get this far
Now a motherf*cker further
When I send the tracks for master
Now they sounding like its murda
I don't know her name
She ain't worried bout that
She gon still scream mine
When I hit it from the back
I got cash, I got racks
Whatchu know bout
Gotta bag and I stack
But I spend it all, facts
Yeah I spend it on merch
Me and Griff we comin' first
I been killin' all these beats
See em' ridin in a hurse
All these haters be on dirt
Why you hating you a dork
I been ballin with no court
Beat the case when I'm in court
I count money when I'm bored
You funny, you not important
Rock designer imports
You funny, you not important
Hit miami when I'm bored
It's funny, you not important
Got a lot I'm working towards
You bummy, you not important
I don't know her name
We ain't worried bout that
Ima still pass her off
To the homies in the back
Griffin Bars - Don't Know Her (feat. Nicholas.B) Lyrics
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I don't know her name
But she don't know my last
She know my current life
She aint privy to the past
How we hit the f*cking stage
And we divvy up the cash
Livin like I hate my life
But really issa blast
Be careful how you move
In this profession keep it silent
They be plottin on your name
That's the jealous and the violent
Ride a f*ckin wave
No I'd rather eat a bullet
Watch me rearrange my diet
Smith and wesson
You should try it
Life on the road
But usually i fly it
Touchdown , roll up
That's a good f*cking pilot
N' its f*ck your opinion
You can cancel me on twitter
My dreams coming true
Gotta chance and we delivered
I don't know her name
N' she only know my music
But the bitch gave me brain
Till she nearly f*ckin clueless
Man of the year
Cuz I really f*cking do this
That's a hard pill to swallow
Please be careful when you chew this
Go get yourself a snack
Got hors d'oeuvres on the bus
If i f*ck her one time
That's a permanent slut
Shows on the road
Cuz I'm growing as persistent
Now you came as a fan
But you going as a witness
Bitch I started from the system
That's from poor to being able
Bitch I been about real
From the casket to the cradle
Said i won't get this far
Now a motherf*cker further
When I send the tracks for master
Now they sounding like its murda
I don't know her name
She ain't worried bout that
She gon still scream mine
When I hit it from the back
I got cash, I got racks
Whatchu know bout
Gotta bag and I stack
But I spend it all, facts
Yeah I spend it on merch
Me and Griff we comin' first
I been killin' all these beats
See em' ridin in a hurse
All these haters be on dirt
Why you hating you a dork
I been ballin with no court
Beat the case when I'm in court
I count money when I'm bored
You funny, you not important
Rock designer imports
You funny, you not important
Hit miami when I'm bored
It's funny, you not important
Got a lot I'm working towards
You bummy, you not important
I don't know her name
We ain't worried bout that
Ima still pass her off
To the homies in the back
But she don't know my last
She know my current life
She aint privy to the past
How we hit the f*cking stage
And we divvy up the cash
Livin like I hate my life
But really issa blast
Be careful how you move
In this profession keep it silent
They be plottin on your name
That's the jealous and the violent
Ride a f*ckin wave
No I'd rather eat a bullet
Watch me rearrange my diet
Smith and wesson
You should try it
Life on the road
But usually i fly it
Touchdown , roll up
That's a good f*cking pilot
N' its f*ck your opinion
You can cancel me on twitter
My dreams coming true
Gotta chance and we delivered
I don't know her name
N' she only know my music
But the bitch gave me brain
Till she nearly f*ckin clueless
Man of the year
Cuz I really f*cking do this
That's a hard pill to swallow
Please be careful when you chew this
Go get yourself a snack
Got hors d'oeuvres on the bus
If i f*ck her one time
That's a permanent slut
Shows on the road
Cuz I'm growing as persistent
Now you came as a fan
But you going as a witness
Bitch I started from the system
That's from poor to being able
Bitch I been about real
From the casket to the cradle
Said i won't get this far
Now a motherf*cker further
When I send the tracks for master
Now they sounding like its murda
I don't know her name
She ain't worried bout that
She gon still scream mine
When I hit it from the back
I got cash, I got racks
Whatchu know bout
Gotta bag and I stack
But I spend it all, facts
Yeah I spend it on merch
Me and Griff we comin' first
I been killin' all these beats
See em' ridin in a hurse
All these haters be on dirt
Why you hating you a dork
I been ballin with no court
Beat the case when I'm in court
I count money when I'm bored
You funny, you not important
Rock designer imports
You funny, you not important
Hit miami when I'm bored
It's funny, you not important
Got a lot I'm working towards
You bummy, you not important
I don't know her name
We ain't worried bout that
Ima still pass her off
To the homies in the back
Writer: Griffin Johnson, Nicholas Boarden
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Griffin Bars
Language: English
Length: 2:51
Written by: Griffin Johnson, Nicholas Boarden