Not Sure Lyrics

Ayy, she wanna get with me and I can tell, but she ain't tell it though

But I can never trust her, I don't love her, nah, I never won't

I'm stressin' cause a nigga need a check, but I'ma get it though

And all I'm smokin' on is opp pack, but you can smell it though

I'm slidin' in a cat, you hear a growl, I bet my belly don't

I'm drippin', I just matched the purple jeans up with the Pelle coat

Them sunny days, but I done made it through the stormy weather though

And plenty bitches, probably why I never sweat the ho

Call me Michael Jordan, I'ma bully in these six rings

Fuck a stock, you know P.T., he keep a stick thing

My bitch pretty with a attitude, I call her Miss Thing

She stuffin' blues up in these purple jeans about to rip seams

I'm not sure how suckas wanna play it

I treat it like it's light, cause camera action make em famous

She said she wanna post me on her Insta, but I'm dangerous

I only hit it once, and now she talkin' bout a baby

I only hit it once, and now she talkin' bout a marriage

I'm steady on the grind, I'm tryna buy me a McLaren

We still jump a nigga in this party if he starin

I keep the popper tucked in any clothes that I be wearin

Ayy, I try to play it cool, huh, and then I came trippin

F&N with 20, tryna leave his face missin

I had to cut the grass, I heard the snakes hissin

I'm on a pay mission, I'm a soulja how I crank with it

I keep the Glock, but still a box a nigga, like I'm Ray Leonard

You broke the type of life a nigga livin', you just can't picture

He stuck up in the streets, but I'm a man, I'm thinkin' way bigger

I had to hit the road to get that bag, cause I'm a take risker

I mean a risk taker

Lookin' wrong is all it take to get this bitch shakin

200 on the dash, I'm in this bitch racin

Ayy, I just threw a couple ones to get this bitch naked

I'm not sure if bitches really know

I'm just a hot boy, can tell Saweetie when to go

I bet she bring it to me even if it's in the snow

I got the Midas touch, so when I'm smilin', you see gold

Ballin' since a kid and Brodie tellin' me go pro

Baggin' up the Zaz, I get the cookies for the low

Ayy, in my DM talkin' like she wifey, she a ho

Ayy, baby say she like the way I rap and what I wrote

Ayy, she wanna get with me and I can tell, but she ain't tell it though

But I can never trust her, I don't love her, nah, I never won't

I'm stressin' cause a nigga need a check, but I'ma get it though

And all I'm smokin' on is opp pack, but you can smell it though

I'm slidin' in a cat, you hear a growl, I bet my belly don't

I'm drippin', I just matched the purple jeans up with the Pelle coat

Them sunny days, but I done made it through the stormy weather though

And plenty bitches, probably why I never sweat the ho

Ayy, plenty bitches, probably why I never sweat the ho

Never sweat the hoe

Ayy, plenty bitches, probably why I never sweat the ho