IDK (feat. Sk Da Sensei)

I don't know I just hit the store Should I hit her back I don't know Drinkin that tequila Now I'm tryna crack I don't know If she ain't tryna go Then leave her where she at I don't know Who to hit too many bitches on my jack F*ck the cap I'm just here to rap Show em that I'm back They say why you be so paranoid I grew up in the raq And The bros say I be tweakin I'm just peepin where I'm at And the hoes say I be tweakin Cause I never text him back I don't know I just hit a bitch I think she 36 Bro say I'm a mother fucker Yea she got a couple kids I don't know On some other shit I be on other shit I be on some getting money shit Ball with my Brodie nem I Don't Know I'm just tryna ball I don't get involved When these Niggas Get to tweakin and geekin We get em gone Automatics For protection We stepping to make it home Shall no weapon formed against me block blessings Im going strong Don't be hustling for nothing We hustle to get ahead Throw some Benjis in our pocket We plotting to stack the bread Lately I been going shopping I need sit ar the crib Should I popout with a Thottie Or leave the message on read I don't know I just hit the store Should I hit her back I don't know Drinkin that tequila Now I'm tryna crack I don't know If she ain't tryna go Then leave her where she at I don't know Who to hit too many bitches on my jack Ion know they been saying imma star I'm fina blow Ion care if she got a man I f*ck ha on the low Ion know all I know is that my niggas up the score Niggas hate on me for clicks but be fanned out on the low Friend or Foe, either way they inna way they gotta go Ion give no f*ck about ya gang I had to let ya know Painting onna bitch face man I feel just like Van Gogh I been onna roll monopoly 200 passing go Every time I hear the radio they tryna steal my flow Sounding like my clones goofies all lined up inna row I been stuck up at the top where the f*ck I'm pose to go Green thumb, I got the Midas, every verse I touch is gold Changing up my address only time I switch the code Demon innis shit man you know SK ain't got no soul King Cold, Frieza, Cooler yeah my niggas out control And Stay up out my way you hate to see me get in mode I don't know I just hit the store Should I hit her back I don't know Drinkin that tequila Now I'm tryna crack I don't know If she ain't tryna go Then leave her where she at I don't know Who to hit too many bitches on my jack