"I Don't Know" lyrics
(Paradise)
(Ayo, Clipzy, this shit raw as hell)
I don't know, I don't know
I don't know
I don't know, I don't know
Yeah
I don't know who killed doggy
I don't know who hit the club and shot up the whole party
Don't know who playin' on my phone, it might be your ho probably
You still thinkin' Hellcats, you don't know about a 'Rari
Book a flight, nigga, see the world
I seen him lose his life when he got hit, I seen him curl
My nigga took a Perc' before he ate, and I seen him hurl
They had me in the interrogation room and I ain't say a word
You ever slept in a bed with a G?
Gucci on from my head to my feet
Dog switched, I wasn't even in the feds for a week
How you fuckin' with them niggas when you know we got beef?
Had to make 'em recognize me, they ain't know about me
Real sharpshooters, nigga, they on go about me
I'm a real player, boy, don't bring your ho around me
Fucked the money up, it had me in a hole for 'bout a week, but I bounced back
Yeah, I used to drop a half and bring an ounce back
Was cheese in the house, got a nigga settin' mouse traps
Shoppin' out in Cali, bought some shit and couldn't pronounce that
I'm a trap nigga, ask the OGs, they can vouch that
But I don't need no vouch or no validation
I live this shit, no imagination
I used to buy Act' by the cases
I'm a fat, Black nigga ridin' in a spaceship
I'ma fah-fah-fah-fah, so don't play, bitch
It's just me and Lou blowin' racks at The Dayshift
Everything you hear me on crack, bro, I can't miss
Hit a bad bitch from the back, but we can't kiss
Unc' got a Big Meech bag, he don't take pics
Bitch, I'm from the Eastside, where they take hits
We'll leave your ass deepfried, get your face hit
Real niggas talkin', keep quiet with that fake shit
Rap fail, then it's back to the basics
I'm back weighin' on a scale, buyin' razors
Don't get blackmailed, boy, in jail, I'm they favorite
I made crack sales and I looked out for the neighbors
But now I just rap, I'm tryna live it up
Don't compare to me, I read the stats, you ain't did enough
Baby girl was in a bad mood, I had to lift her up
Grab that Louis bag out the room, it's time to fill it up
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
I don't know, I don't know
I don't know who got popped
I don't know who got dropped
I just know we can't stop
All I know about is guap
Nigga, grab me a pop
Fill it to the top, I don't know, I don't know
I don't know who got dropped
I don't know who got popped
I just know we can't stop
All I know about is guap
Nigga, fill it to the top
(Ayo, Clipzy, this shit raw as hell)
(Ayo, Clipzy, this shit raw as hell)
I don't know, I don't know
I don't know
I don't know, I don't know
Yeah
I don't know who killed doggy
I don't know who hit the club and shot up the whole party
Don't know who playin' on my phone, it might be your ho probably
You still thinkin' Hellcats, you don't know about a 'Rari
Book a flight, nigga, see the world
I seen him lose his life when he got hit, I seen him curl
My nigga took a Perc' before he ate, and I seen him hurl
They had me in the interrogation room and I ain't say a word
You ever slept in a bed with a G?
Gucci on from my head to my feet
Dog switched, I wasn't even in the feds for a week
How you fuckin' with them niggas when you know we got beef?
Had to make 'em recognize me, they ain't know about me
Real sharpshooters, nigga, they on go about me
I'm a real player, boy, don't bring your ho around me
Fucked the money up, it had me in a hole for 'bout a week, but I bounced back
Yeah, I used to drop a half and bring an ounce back
Was cheese in the house, got a nigga settin' mouse traps
Shoppin' out in Cali, bought some shit and couldn't pronounce that
I'm a trap nigga, ask the OGs, they can vouch that
But I don't need no vouch or no validation
I live this shit, no imagination
I used to buy Act' by the cases
I'm a fat, Black nigga ridin' in a spaceship
I'ma fah-fah-fah-fah, so don't play, bitch
It's just me and Lou blowin' racks at The Dayshift
Everything you hear me on crack, bro, I can't miss
Hit a bad bitch from the back, but we can't kiss
Unc' got a Big Meech bag, he don't take pics
Bitch, I'm from the Eastside, where they take hits
We'll leave your ass deepfried, get your face hit
Real niggas talkin', keep quiet with that fake shit
Rap fail, then it's back to the basics
I'm back weighin' on a scale, buyin' razors
Don't get blackmailed, boy, in jail, I'm they favorite
I made crack sales and I looked out for the neighbors
But now I just rap, I'm tryna live it up
Don't compare to me, I read the stats, you ain't did enough
Baby girl was in a bad mood, I had to lift her up
Grab that Louis bag out the room, it's time to fill it up
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
I don't know, I don't know
I don't know who got popped
I don't know who got dropped
I just know we can't stop
All I know about is guap
Nigga, grab me a pop
Fill it to the top, I don't know, I don't know
I don't know who got dropped
I don't know who got popped
I just know we can't stop
All I know about is guap
Nigga, fill it to the top
(Ayo, Clipzy, this shit raw as hell)
