IDK Lyrics

Yeah, ayy

Ayy

And I don't need a hand, I got reach like the NBA over their head

Like ceiling fans, niggas hate, but they still a fan

Hit the block with that minivan, runnin' man, runnin' man

Damn, them boys fast like the 40-yard dash

Coach, stop watch in hand, I'm harder than crack in the Pan ' them boys, put a price on your head, you comin' up off of your head

That came from the top of my head, niggas is bitches

Livin' through Instagram pictures before corona was viral

Your ass was socially distant, I'm just too different and gifted

I'm somethin' special, not to mention, don't forget it

Ask your bitch and ask her friend, ain't no I in team

She was eyeing me, two can never equal three unless you add me

She was ride me, her friend made it hard to breathe

As she put her pussy on my gold teeth

Not a love scene, I was thuggin

After comin', thanks for comin

Made them bitches do the walk of shame like that shit was nothin

Why they always wantin' me to pull up to the function

Right before them West End niggas get to dumpin

East End niggas get to dumpin

Newberg niggas get to runnin

Niggas funny how they back it up with frontin

Tryna cross it into somethin', know you wasn't J Neal

In the backfield runnin' niggas over

Now we runnin' through a vac seal

Thumbin' through some money in a dark whip

Tented out, fully loaded gun in it

You shoulda tried it if you wanted it

Cause West End niggas ain't nothin' to fuck with

Ville niggas ain't nothin' to fuck with

East End niggas ain't nothin' to fuck with

Be easy, don't get gunned up and slumped quick

Cappin' ass niggas, get gunned up and clapped quick

Real niggas, get gunned up and clapped quick

Bitch ass niggas, they get gunned up and clapped quick

Tough niggas, they get gunned up and clapped quick