Lyrics Don't Know (feat. Shad da God) - Shad Da God , Young Thug

London on the track, bitch
Ha ha ha ha ha

My newest bitch said, that she got it, you dig?
Show me your mil', I put my SIG in, you dig? (ayy)
I want that pussy 'cause it's tight as a kick
Look at my Rollie, it stay cold as a fridge (ayy)
Push your top back 'cause I feel like it a wig
I don't know why, I don't know why but I did
I don't know why, I don't know why, yeah
But can you hurry up, and buy, yeah

Graduated from Howard, I'm the shit, no power
Beat it up for a hour, she wet as a shower
Hoppin' out on them cowards, with nothing but them whoppers
I'm a level five goblin
Thirty deep, all them lil' niggas be mobbin'
Have you ever seen a street geek barbarian?
R.I.P. Monroe, not Marilyn
Give my momma everything, nigga, evident
Ayy, I ain't going steady, but I'm ready (yeah)
Let them bitches hit just like your necklace (yeah)
We got blocks and we treacherous (yeah)
Take your necklace, you neckless (aah)
Please stay out of my section, yeah
Pulling out the chopper the moment a nigga get here (yeah)

My newest bitch said, that she got it, you dig?
Show me your mil', I put my SIG in, you dig? (ayy)
I want that pussy 'cause it's tight as a kick
Look at my Rollie, it stay cold as a fridge (ayy)
Push your top back 'cause I feel like it a wig
I don't know why, I don't know why but I did
I don't know why, I don't know why, yeah (God)
But can you hurry up, and buy, yeah (Got that shit, man)

God, got this gas, blowin' so hard (so hard)
All them niggas shrimp, they some poor boys
They gon' make us let the window down on a Rolls Royce
Hustle hard, I keep that .40, .40 got a dick
Bitches get 'round me they sneezin', jewerly game sick (achooo)
I love mud, I done poured up a deuce up so slick (a deuce)
Hop up in my car, now lick and go and sit on the stick
Put the marker on them niggas and see if they real (is you real?)
I'm out in Texas, buying pint, keep that shit thrill (keep it thrill)
I got action driving on a Bentley steering wheel (Bentley)
Xan' got me feeling, like I'm in a Ferris Wheel (my head spinning)
They came 'round the neighborhood, with that fire play
He got him a drop-top just like stingray
My nigga came with them bales
That shit was green day (that was green day)
I play the star role, juggin' like in a screenplay, God (woo)

My newest bitch said, that she got it, you dig?
Show me your mil', I put my SIG in, you dig? (ayy)
I want that pussy 'cause it's tight as a kick
Look at my Rollie, it stay cold as a fridge (ayy)
Push your top back 'cause I feel like it a wig
I don't know why, I don't know why but I did
I don't know why, I don't know why, yeah
But can you hurry up, and buy, yeah