IDK (feat. Sk Da Sensei)
I don't know
I just hit the store
Should I hit her back
I don't know
Drinkin that tequila
Now I'm tryna crack
I don't know
If she ain't tryna go
Then leave her where she at
I don't know
Who to hit too many bitches on my jack
Fuck the cap
I'm just here to rap
Show 'em that I'm back
They say why you be so paranoid
I grew up in the raq
And The bros say I be tweaking
I'm just peeping where I'm at
And the hoes say I be tweaking
Cause I never text him back
I don't know
I just hit a bitch
I think she 36
Bro say I'm a mother fucker
Yea she got a couple kids
I don't know
On some other shit
I be on other shit
I be on some getting money shit
Ball with my Brodie nem
I Don't Know
I'm just tryna ball
I don't get involved
When these Niggas
Get to tweaking and geeking
We get 'em gone
Automatics
For protection
We stepping to make it home
Shall no weapon formed against me
Block blessings
I'm going strong
Don't be hustling for nothing
We hustle to get ahead
Throw some Benjis in our pocket
We plotting to stack the bread
Lately I been going shopping
I need sit at the crib
Should I popout with a Thottie
Or leave the message on read
I don't know
I just hit the store
Should I hit her back
I don't know
Drinkin that tequila
Now I'm tryna crack
I don't know
If she ain't tryna go
Then leave her where she at
I don't know
Who to hit too many bitches on my jack
Ion know they been saying imma star I'm fina blow
Ion care if she got a man I fuck ha on the low
Ion know all I know is that my niggas up the score
Niggas hate on me for clicks but be fanned out on the low
Friend or Foe, either way they inna way they gotta go
Ion give no fuck about ya gang I had to let ya know
Painting onna bitch face man I feel just like Van Gogh
I been onna roll monopoly 200 passing go
Every time I hear the radio they tryna steal my flow
Sounding like my clones goofies all lined up inna row
I been stuck up at the top where the fuck I'm pose to go
Green thumb, I got the Midas, every verse I touch is gold
Changing up my address only time I switch the code
Demon innis shit man you know SK ain't got no soul
King Cold, Frieza, Cooler yeah my niggas out control
And Stay up out my way you hate to see me get in mode
I don't know
I just hit the store
Should I hit her back
I don't know
Drinkin that tequila
Now I'm tryna crack
I don't know
If she ain't tryna go
Then leave her where she at
I don't know
Who to hit too many bitches on my jack
I just hit the store
Should I hit her back
I don't know
Drinkin that tequila
Now I'm tryna crack
I don't know
If she ain't tryna go
Then leave her where she at
I don't know
Who to hit too many bitches on my jack
Fuck the cap
I'm just here to rap
Show 'em that I'm back
They say why you be so paranoid
I grew up in the raq
And The bros say I be tweaking
I'm just peeping where I'm at
And the hoes say I be tweaking
Cause I never text him back
I don't know
I just hit a bitch
I think she 36
Bro say I'm a mother fucker
Yea she got a couple kids
I don't know
On some other shit
I be on other shit
I be on some getting money shit
Ball with my Brodie nem
I Don't Know
I'm just tryna ball
I don't get involved
When these Niggas
Get to tweaking and geeking
We get 'em gone
Automatics
For protection
We stepping to make it home
Shall no weapon formed against me
Block blessings
I'm going strong
Don't be hustling for nothing
We hustle to get ahead
Throw some Benjis in our pocket
We plotting to stack the bread
Lately I been going shopping
I need sit at the crib
Should I popout with a Thottie
Or leave the message on read
I don't know
I just hit the store
Should I hit her back
I don't know
Drinkin that tequila
Now I'm tryna crack
I don't know
If she ain't tryna go
Then leave her where she at
I don't know
Who to hit too many bitches on my jack
Ion know they been saying imma star I'm fina blow
Ion care if she got a man I fuck ha on the low
Ion know all I know is that my niggas up the score
Niggas hate on me for clicks but be fanned out on the low
Friend or Foe, either way they inna way they gotta go
Ion give no fuck about ya gang I had to let ya know
Painting onna bitch face man I feel just like Van Gogh
I been onna roll monopoly 200 passing go
Every time I hear the radio they tryna steal my flow
Sounding like my clones goofies all lined up inna row
I been stuck up at the top where the fuck I'm pose to go
Green thumb, I got the Midas, every verse I touch is gold
Changing up my address only time I switch the code
Demon innis shit man you know SK ain't got no soul
King Cold, Frieza, Cooler yeah my niggas out control
And Stay up out my way you hate to see me get in mode
I don't know
I just hit the store
Should I hit her back
I don't know
Drinkin that tequila
Now I'm tryna crack
I don't know
If she ain't tryna go
Then leave her where she at
I don't know
Who to hit too many bitches on my jack
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Writer(s): Marshall Cottrell
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