IDK Bout That Lyrics

I had went got a flawless bitch

Got some stones to match

She got pape

This bitch bad as hell I still won't get attached

She want me

Come home meet her mama

IDK Bout that

I said "it's cool"

I had played it off I'm still gone get him whacked

I like it when she look me in the eyes and throw it back

I just bite my lip and tell her to keep going you know it's fat

DopeBoy, it don't even matter ain't serving crack

At my show boy

It don't even matter, I never lack

This bitch think she running game on me, she met her match

You think you gon' get over on me and this ain't that

I pay for your hair and nails, I ain't buying you no bag

Lil' bitch, she can't cook, but start an argument from scratch

Any hood, I'm in, I'm guaranteed to let my chains hang

If a nigga reach, he guaranteed to hear a bang-bang

Haiti gang, we kicking up dust, from streets to chain gang

I've been trying to see what you on, we on the same thing

This shit big, I might pop a Perc

Then smoke me a cig, pull up on Zigg

Ice on me and my broad and on my kid

These hoes gon' turn they back on me if I go do a bid

She want me to go buy a frontal, but I know that bitch the wig

I had went, got a flawless bitch

Got some stones to match, she got pape

This bitch bad as hell I still won't get attached

She want me, come home meet her mama

I don't know about that, I said it's cool

I had played it off, I'm still gon' give him whacked

I like it when she look me in the eye, and throw it back

I just bite my lip and tell her to "keep going, you know it's fat"

Dope boy, it don't even matter, ain't serving crack

At my show boy, it don't even matter, I never lack

This bitch think she running game on me, she met her match

You think you gon' get over on me and this ain't that

I pay for your hair and nails, I ain't buying you no bag

Little bitch, she can't cook, but start an argument from scratch