[Chorus: Bun B]
I'mma G, n***a you don't know about me
I'mma G, n***a you don't know about me
I'mma G, n***a you don't know about me
But yo' ass gon' learn and yo' ass gon' see
I'mma G, n***a you don't know about me
I'mma G, n***a you don't know about me
I'mma G, n***a you don't know about me
But yo' ass gon' learn and yo' ass gon' see

[Verse 1: Bun B]
I stand 5 foot 10, two hundred and a half
One hundred percent gangsta, don't smile and don't laugh
In a 3X shirt, n***a 38 waist
I ain't small motherfucker, I'm takin' up some space
Wit' a size 11 shoe that'll kick ya in ya face
Bitch I'm all about a crime embedded and catch a case
I ain't scared to kick in ya door and look around ya place
I ain't scared to count back to four and put one in ya face
K steel n***a, favorite deuce-deuce and a third
Teflon coat and ya body, juice loose on the curb
I serve you like a tennis ball, straight up diminish y'all
I position the competition and when I'm finished
Y'all can clear the calendar, call authority and tell they next of kin
We shot 'em like a crackhead, stabbed 'em up like a Mexican
May he never flex again, not like he can
But just in case he get resurrected it's best he understand
[Chorus: Bun B]
I'mma G, n***a you don't know about me
I'mma G, n***a you don't know about me
I'mma G, n***a you don't know about me
But yo' ass gon' learn and yo' ass gon' see
I'mma G, n***a you don't know about me
I'mma G, n***a you don't know about me
I'mma G, n***a you don't know about me
But yo' ass gon' learn and yo' ass gon' see

[Verse 2: Bun B]
I see these n***as do a lot of talkin' but they never back it up
Thought the work that they movin', all the paper they stackin' up
You n***as got me crackin' up
The only thing you sellin' is wolf tickets, and we ain't buyin' them so pack it up
84's, click-clack it up and down Thomas
From Westside to the East, we keep it "G" and that's a promise
Bunch of black Osama's, America's Most Wanted
We criminal backgrounds, we ready to straight flaunt it
All it take is a sawed, drop a ho and instigator
Messy motherfuckers got to make it for an instant hater
I'mma lay ya down, like a baby ready to nap
Cause I'mma trill n***a ready to clap, now was'hap?
I slap a n***a, stupid with a back hand wraith
And continue 'til nobody from your wack clan left
Bitch you might cheat death and you might cheat the dealer
But you never cheat the king of the underground on the realer
[Chorus: Bun B]
I'mma G, n***a you don't know about me
I'mma G, n***a you don't know about me
I'mma G, n***a you don't know about me
But yo' ass gon' learn and yo' ass gon' see
I'mma G, n***a you don't know about me
I'mma G, n***a you don't know about me
I'mma G, n***a you don't know about me
But yo' ass gon' learn and yo' ass gon' see

[Interlude: T.I.]
P$C n***a, UGK alumni n***a
Free Pimp C! Lemme at 'em Bun!

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Lemme tell 'em for a minute Bun, share it to ya n***a dun
Said they got some 'dro, but I'm the one them n***as get it from
They talkin' shit it's in they best interest to get a gun
Grab the mack and now you spend a half a clip and them n***as ruuunnn
Sissy n***as sweeter than a cinnabon
Want 'em knocked off, we the ones you call to get it donnneee
Lot of rappers say they G's, I don't feel 'em none (naw)
Yeah I s..s..sold keys and I'mma still a dun
O.G. as usual, low key movin'
In a Volt 3, don't look {*gun sounds*} +U Don't Know Me+
Gangsta, gangsta this ain't the time
Attention to pump a paint, shit I ain't the kind
You don't wanna see me that's why I say no thanks to nines
AK's, AR's, man I can't decide
I got the mind of a hustla, hellacious grind
And I hold my city down like an anchor iron
[Chorus: Bun B]
I'mma G, n***a you don't know about me
I'mma G, n***a you don't know about me
I'mma G, n***a you don't know about me
But yo' ass gon' learn and yo' ass gon' see
I'mma G, n***a you don't know about me
I'mma G, n***a you don't know about me
I'mma G, n***a you don't know about me
But yo' ass gon' learn and yo' ass gon' see