idk (i don't know) - jackboy lyrics
[verse 1: jackboy & boss top]
i don’t know, why she let me dog her, but keep comin’ back?
i don’t know why i still be scammin’ when i’m postin’ racks?
i don’t know why these hoes be thirsty? ’cause i got them racks
i don’t know why you tote that glizzy, ain’t no switch attached
i don’t know why we too deep, but we got 4 strats
i don’t know why he talkin’ crazy like he can’t get wet
i don’t know why he dissed the dead and they can’t come back
i don’t know why he dissed my cousin then he can’t clap
i don’t know, i guess they put that guala on his cantaloupe
heavy smoke, for the right dolla’, won’t see him no more
say so, bullets l!ck yo’ face just like a envelope
play doh, all the opps be posted up like scarecrows
aye twin, let’s go hit their block like we’re the mailmen
pop off out that b*tch when is it parked like it’s a mail van
pop off out this b*tch while is it parked, i wanna chase ’em ‘nough
shoot him in his top, when he fall, i was tryna break the ground
[chorus: jackboy & boss top]
shoot him in his top, gang, we ain’t worried ’bout them cops, yeah
rather be back on lock, than gettin’ put in a box, yeah
shoot him in his head, ain’t blood, but i see red
b*tch, i rather be in the cage just like my opps, ’cause they’re all dead
shoot him in his top, gang, we ain’t worried ’bout them cops, yeah
rather be back on lock, than gettin’ put in a box, yeah
shoot him in his head, ain’t blood, but i see red
b*tch, i rather be in the cage just like my opps, ’cause they’re all dead
[verse 2: jackboy & boss top]
i don’t know, but lately all i been thinkin’ bout is dope
i don’t know why i’m the type to cheat a good girl like a hoe
i don’t know, but i’ma keep on spinnin’ like i’m washing clothes
i don’t know why my bullets loyal, they spit out ’bout fours
i don’t know, but if a n*gga play then we gon’ k!ll his ass
super lit, jit goin’ on hits rockin’ a covid mask
i don’t know why we step on sh*t just like we’re craig dad
play that sh*t, n*ggas actin’ wocky, put that belt to ass
don’t play that sh*t, comin’ actin’ c*cky i’ma spank that boy
extended clip, p*ssy got a laser, i upgrade the toys
don’t play that sh*t, i’m the first one shot, i’m like i’m soulja boy
fn on me, plastic b*tch, but i don’t play with baby toys
i don’t know, but me and you might be the realest n*ggas in it
i don’t know if n*ggas still spinnin’ but i know we with it
i don’t know, how they know they’re b*tches but they’re dissin us
like a plane in the sky, b*tch it ain’t no missin’ us
no it ain’t no missin’ us, pull in up lamborghini trucks
know this trackhawk stolen, but we shootin’ out this bentley truck
i don’t care how rich you is, if you slip then you gettin’ plucked
before i die or go to jail, my sons gon’ see me standin’ up
[chorus: jackboy & boss top]
shoot him in his top, gang, we ain’t worried ’bout them cops, yeah
rather be back on lock, than gettin’ put in a box, yeah
shoot him in his head, ain’t blood, but i see red
b*tch, i rather be in the cage just like my opps, ’cause they’re all dead
shoot him in his top, gang, we ain’t worried ’bout them cops, yeah
rather be back on lock, than gettin’ put in a box, yeah
shoot him in his head, ain’t blood, but i see red
b*tch, i rather be in the cage just like my opps, ’cause they’re all dead
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