"IDK?" lyrics
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G Beat)
(Jose the Plug)
Long live $cam, R.I.P. Chris
T-double-H-L shit, ShittyBoyz (Damn, JakeSand)
I don't know how I'ma die
I could overdose off a Script or pop a fake Percocet tryna get high
I don't know how I'ma die
I could fall asleep behind the wheel tryna face another twelve hour drive
I don't know how I'ma die
A bum could rob me for my life and my clothes, all that tryna pop out fly
I don't know how I'ma die
My ho could go through my phone while I'm sleep, then just stab me with a knife
I don't know how I'ma die
I can live in the land of the free or I might end up gettin' life
I don't know how I'ma die, might not get to say bye
I don't know how I'ma die, I don't know how I'ma die
I don't know how I'ma die
I could die at the red light, all that tryna scroll through my likes
I don't know how I'ma die
I could scrape the D game and lose my life just for rollin' good with dice
I don't know how I'ma die
It could be a ticket on my head and a hitter hear the right price
I don't know how I'ma die, I don't know who finna cry
Anyone could take my life, I don't know who finna try
I don't know how I'ma die
A suicide bomber could be right next to me and get to screaming out Allah
I don't know how I'ma die
I could overdo the dine with the bops and fuck around, fall off the yacht
I don't know how I'ma die
Nor don't know when, day and day don't, still don't know the time
I don't know how I'ma die
Nor don't know why, Granny told me that the Lord decide
I don't know how I'ma die
I could walk into the spot, no mask, no gloves, and just drop
I don't know how I'ma die
My heart could just stop, I could die the same instant that a check just drop
Damn, at the same time that a jug just pop
I could get popped over a bop, I just-just rocked
I could die in the trenches, leave the hood hot
Can die playin' with the Dracy thinkin' that this 'Wood sharp
I don't know how I'ma die
But all I know is that dyin' shit dead now, I got a daughter now
But if they catch me while I'm with her, then she better not call the cops
And if she do, then she better not call me Pops
I don't know how I'ma die, y'all better turn my funeral up
Care how many chains I drop, I gotta play the funeral hutch
I don't know how he died, I just know his funeral sucked
Like, damn
Fish Fry, ShittyBoyz, Dog$hit Militia, 777 too
(I don't know how I'ma die, I don't know how I'ma die)
I know I'ma die fly though, you hear?
(Jose the Plug)
Long live $cam, R.I.P. Chris
T-double-H-L shit, ShittyBoyz (Damn, JakeSand)
I don't know how I'ma die
I could overdose off a Script or pop a fake Percocet tryna get high
I don't know how I'ma die
I could fall asleep behind the wheel tryna face another twelve hour drive
I don't know how I'ma die
A bum could rob me for my life and my clothes, all that tryna pop out fly
I don't know how I'ma die
My ho could go through my phone while I'm sleep, then just stab me with a knife
I don't know how I'ma die
I can live in the land of the free or I might end up gettin' life
I don't know how I'ma die, might not get to say bye
I don't know how I'ma die, I don't know how I'ma die
I don't know how I'ma die
I could die at the red light, all that tryna scroll through my likes
I don't know how I'ma die
I could scrape the D game and lose my life just for rollin' good with dice
I don't know how I'ma die
It could be a ticket on my head and a hitter hear the right price
I don't know how I'ma die, I don't know who finna cry
Anyone could take my life, I don't know who finna try
I don't know how I'ma die
A suicide bomber could be right next to me and get to screaming out Allah
I don't know how I'ma die
I could overdo the dine with the bops and fuck around, fall off the yacht
I don't know how I'ma die
Nor don't know when, day and day don't, still don't know the time
I don't know how I'ma die
Nor don't know why, Granny told me that the Lord decide
I don't know how I'ma die
I could walk into the spot, no mask, no gloves, and just drop
I don't know how I'ma die
My heart could just stop, I could die the same instant that a check just drop
Damn, at the same time that a jug just pop
I could get popped over a bop, I just-just rocked
I could die in the trenches, leave the hood hot
Can die playin' with the Dracy thinkin' that this 'Wood sharp
I don't know how I'ma die
But all I know is that dyin' shit dead now, I got a daughter now
But if they catch me while I'm with her, then she better not call the cops
And if she do, then she better not call me Pops
I don't know how I'ma die, y'all better turn my funeral up
Care how many chains I drop, I gotta play the funeral hutch
I don't know how he died, I just know his funeral sucked
Like, damn
Fish Fry, ShittyBoyz, Dog$hit Militia, 777 too
(I don't know how I'ma die, I don't know how I'ma die)
I know I'ma die fly though, you hear?
