Don't Know

Drowning in my thoughts, I need escape, I don't wanna die
'Fore I bought a Rover Truck, nobody played it right
Don't know where she go-oes
Imma just get in her throat-oat

I don't know - know how
How you got inside my brain, bih tell me right now
Them drugs I had to mix it
'Cause Imma rockstar
And I had me some emotions
But they burn out by the night ya

Pop me oh sum pill

Moncleez on my belt ya
Rarri gon stay on a backyard
Like Wheezy I hop out this vette ya

My momma, I took to the shop
Chanel or Dior, I'm gon cop
Spoiling on her, I'm good son
You can not take care of ur mom

Sometimes you can take a loss
I'm realer then all of them folks
Biting my style and you telling on lies
Them goofies be stealing my sauce

Son of a bih
Come get it, come get, boy try
Miri my - Miri my jeans
Miri my - Miri my my jeans

Lost up in my mind
I sip codeine all day
And the way she dance, on the floor, she wanna be friends

And I pray to God, that I'll never gon' hide
Russia you came with a knife
But we gon' slide and you just fucked up the vibe
So Imma shoot with that fye

Oh whoah - oh
In a drop top Benz - oh
Shawty I gotta go get it, I'm that type of guy

Fuck it, let's get to the top
Them demons be wearing all dark
Top of the Mazi, I'm copping new Richie

Walk in this bitch, I ain't looking for thotties, but all I can see is some teens
I'm on road with ride or dies, we pulled up, they drawing some memes
And I ball with a guys
Fuck up-you fucked up ur life
'Sace my clothes
And my vibe
Julia tryna be wife

Pretty much of bitches just be lookin on - lookin for sum cash
I don't know how many days I'm sipping - I'm sipping on Tec
Fuck it, I got Porsche outside
Fuck it, I'm the richer then guys
Lemme go come and change on your life
Lil baby, you gotta be smart



Credits
Writer(s): Roman Meradzhi
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