I Don't Know

Hey bruh, what it do? (What's good bruh?)
What you got on? Some drank? (Aye, thanks)
Yeah, I keep them stunna's too
That's my bitch, she blue
But what about you?

Cause we spin 'em in the town through the food by the two's

Keep 'em bundled like kids
No clucking, no chicken heads
Savage and swagging with it, hitting hard like brass mittens
And that's on two points

Bitches and ass kicking
Leave you traumatized like Mike childhood living

For the day, not tomorrow
In the land of the sorrow
Money ball get you pushed on the gate
With M's and 38's
Face scraped on the grate

But you ain't tripping off that
Making sure the money in the safe
And we be waiting
When you come out, we like straight
Real hogs, give a fuck
Stick our nose in the plate
The fam eating, we straight
We ain't eating in these drapes
Me and the boon coons and cake
Trying to get this shit up, heavyweight

Man what they get 'em for?
I don't know, let's wrap it
Man what they hit 'em for?
I don't know, let's match 'em

Man what they splitting for?
I don't know, let's clap 'em
Other side of the bridge, Town Bizz, you bitch
Man what they get 'em for?
I don't know, let's wrap it
Man what they hit 'em for?
I don't know, let's match 'em
Man what they splitting for?
I don't know, let's clap 'em
Town Bizz, the other side of the bridge bitch

I keep it mob, that's all I know
And you can tell by the town spitting, the way that I flow
And I play it like actress, bald head
On the dirty ass piece that mattress man like water did
But right now, all I'm handing out is bags of pills
My grapevine's fluffed up like rabbit's foots and tails
So go ahead, put it in your Crush Proof box or lunch pail

That's on the under, keep them federals trailed

Deuce mock pass task, task trash
Hit the corner, no brake lights, nigga mash the gas
I'm so free with it like I be passing gas
Broads telling you, I ain't nothing to be laughing at
It ain't as funky as the thick grab bags I stash
I can tell it off top if he passing trash
No mash, you got the ass to crush your whole bag?
In effect, that's why I roll with backs and plates in the back

Man what they get 'em for?
I don't know, let's wrap it
Man what they hit 'em for?
I don't know, let's match 'em

Man what they splitting for?
I don't know, let's clap 'em
Other side of the bridge, Town Bizz, you bitch
Man what they get 'em for?
I don't know, let's wrap it
Man what they hit 'em for?
I don't know, let's match 'em
Man what they splitting for?
I don't know, let's clap 'em
Town Bizz, the other side of the bridge bitch

Man what they get 'em for?

Probably for a half a brick
For mouthing off at the lip and telling people 'bout his shit
You say it's cool, but that ain't half of it
Too many hands in the pot and he don't even know the origin
So of course they taking out his organs

Send him back to Oregon
Should've stayed where they spoiled him
His eggs are spoiled, ugh
And shit, that's why I fuck with my bitch
That'll leave your tongue blue and keep you psyched like Sid
Scraping in 250 boxes with no windows, feeling myself
When the yolk and dust come off it like it been on the shelf

Busted through the boys try to tangle me up like help
But I don't feel it like yep
Surpassing the press, you mess with one of the best
Ahead of most of the rest, I hope you wearing your vest

Hit you straight in your chest

And I got swipe for your bitch
No cards or checks, Cross Point's the best (Give it up)

Man what they get 'em for?
I don't know, let's wrap it
Man what they hit 'em for?
I don't know, let's match 'em

Man what they splitting for?
I don't know, let's clap 'em
Other side of the bridge, Town Bizz, you bitch
Man what they get 'em for?
I don't know, let's wrap it
Man what they hit 'em for?
I don't know, let's match 'em
Man what they splitting for?
I don't know, let's clap 'em
Town Bizz, the other side of the bridge bitch