You Don’t Know Bout It Fabolous (Ft. Meek Mill)

[Hook: Fabolous]
Tell me what you know about this
Tell me what you know about that
Tell me what you know about risk
What you know about getting back
Them niggas don't live what they rap
Them boys ain't been in no trap
Them niggas don't know about this
Them boys don't know about that
Ay, you don't know bout it
You don't know bout it
You don't know bout it
Tell me what you know about that
You don't know nothing
You don't know nothing
You don't know nothing
Tell me what you know about that

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Hold up, stop the shit
That's word to that red sign
Don't think cause I'm laid up
I won't flatline your red line
My niggas tuck guns in
Catch you slipping, it's bedtime
Gotta kill you by a certain time
Now, that's what I call a deadline
Deadline, deadline
Can't call it like a dead line
When they hit little homie up
I was in Miami getting fed prime
Got my bitch in the studio
She the best Supahead-line
Call her my little ghostwriter
She help me come with them headlines
Headlines, headlines
Put your name in them headlines
Niggas beefing, that's cool
Just give me mine with some red wine
Shouts out to my big homie
When he left, he said grind
My nigga moved so much Britney Spears
They gave that boy Kevin Fed time
Fed time, Fed time, locked down all day
Real nigga by myself, Kevin Hart with it all day
You ever go night-night, nigga
Don't look at that white light, nigga
I'm back on this dark shit
If you scared, get a night light, nigga