I Don't Even Know
Killing the flow but reviving the soul
How many shots?
I don't even know
You got the remote but i got the control
How many thots?
I don't even know
Most of your homies'll probably gonn' fold
How many plots?
I don't even know
Got any yachts?
Bitch, I said no!
Fuck out my face & quit digging for gold
Mind acceleratin'
It's still debatin'
Should I go off or let them keep hatin'?
So they can see satan
Evil accumulating
Each cubic inch of my body disintegratin'
Witness my new wicked form is in the making
Feel the heat
You can't compete
Htown's hottest artists
In the streets
Just be discreet
When you admit defeat
Sounds like a pretty good plan to me
Bars so hot, bitch i'm shady
I haven't slept for like 10 days
Old models, moldy autos
Still hustlin' on my sick days
Bars so hard, i got a thick cock
Fuck yo uber, bitch
Kick rocks!
Go to mars when i get high
Might go marshall on these kid rocks
Bars so hot, let's get cray
Fuck around, bitch and get slain
On this shit like a light switch
Cause we might mix
Henny with ace of spades
Killing the flow but reviving the soul
How many shots?
I don't even know
You got the remote but i got the control
How many thots?
I don't even know
Most of your homies'll probably gonn' fold
How many plots?
I don't even know
Got any yachts?
Bitch i said no!
Fuck out my face & quit digging for gold
I'm tired of always explaining myself when everyone's always complaining
How much more shit do I have to keep in my cloud before it starts raining?
Shady on auto pilot
Grind my gears & we'll knock sprockets
Get snatched like a pickpocket
My pen's so lethal
It spits bullets when I half cock it
Treat you like dirty laundry in my sock basket
Jump off ya high horse & watch where you park it
I'll just say bye whores! & blast off in my rocket
(Gotta blast!)
Illiterate but litterally swift with it
Spitting vigorous gibberish
The only difference is
Everything I say is legitimate
So fuck ya interest
Suck on a stiff sour stick like licorice
Shit your guts out from the bitterness
I'm putting out ya heat like a refrigerant
It's no wonder your pussies are shivering
You don't need to track the location of these packaged insults I'm deliberately delivering
Killing the flow but reviving the soul
How many shots?
I don't even know
You got the remote but i got the control
How many thots?
I don't even know
Most of your homies'll probably gonn' fold
How many plots?
I don't even know
Got any yachts?
Bitch I said no!
Fuck out my face & quit digging for gold
How many shots?
I don't even know
You got the remote but i got the control
How many thots?
I don't even know
Most of your homies'll probably gonn' fold
How many plots?
I don't even know
Got any yachts?
Bitch, I said no!
Fuck out my face & quit digging for gold
Mind acceleratin'
It's still debatin'
Should I go off or let them keep hatin'?
So they can see satan
Evil accumulating
Each cubic inch of my body disintegratin'
Witness my new wicked form is in the making
Feel the heat
You can't compete
Htown's hottest artists
In the streets
Just be discreet
When you admit defeat
Sounds like a pretty good plan to me
Bars so hot, bitch i'm shady
I haven't slept for like 10 days
Old models, moldy autos
Still hustlin' on my sick days
Bars so hard, i got a thick cock
Fuck yo uber, bitch
Kick rocks!
Go to mars when i get high
Might go marshall on these kid rocks
Bars so hot, let's get cray
Fuck around, bitch and get slain
On this shit like a light switch
Cause we might mix
Henny with ace of spades
Killing the flow but reviving the soul
How many shots?
I don't even know
You got the remote but i got the control
How many thots?
I don't even know
Most of your homies'll probably gonn' fold
How many plots?
I don't even know
Got any yachts?
Bitch i said no!
Fuck out my face & quit digging for gold
I'm tired of always explaining myself when everyone's always complaining
How much more shit do I have to keep in my cloud before it starts raining?
Shady on auto pilot
Grind my gears & we'll knock sprockets
Get snatched like a pickpocket
My pen's so lethal
It spits bullets when I half cock it
Treat you like dirty laundry in my sock basket
Jump off ya high horse & watch where you park it
I'll just say bye whores! & blast off in my rocket
(Gotta blast!)
Illiterate but litterally swift with it
Spitting vigorous gibberish
The only difference is
Everything I say is legitimate
So fuck ya interest
Suck on a stiff sour stick like licorice
Shit your guts out from the bitterness
I'm putting out ya heat like a refrigerant
It's no wonder your pussies are shivering
You don't need to track the location of these packaged insults I'm deliberately delivering
Killing the flow but reviving the soul
How many shots?
I don't even know
You got the remote but i got the control
How many thots?
I don't even know
Most of your homies'll probably gonn' fold
How many plots?
I don't even know
Got any yachts?
Bitch I said no!
Fuck out my face & quit digging for gold
Credits
Writer(s): Jose Hernandez
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