I Don't Understand Lyrics

If a nigga play with me, I'ma smoke his ass If he rollin' in my hood, he can't get a pass

And I put that shit on my son's fuckin' dad, This is not Tru Religion, bitch, I'm poppin

tags, You can check the brand, bitch, you can tell

it's Hash, Don't call my phone, bitch, unless you got

the fuckin' cash

Everywhere I go, I'm slidin' in a sheisty mask, Brand new carbine, bitch, and it came with extra magz

Dog shit, lil' bitch, I'm with the militia, Give a fuck about a rapper, probably fuck

his sister, Lil' bitch stay bustin' it, open on Insta,

Fuck that lil' hoe on the weekend, so I call her SZA

223s get to shakin' like it's got Tourette's, gun hot, give you fever, give you cold sweats

Make his ass have a seizure, hit him in the neck

That's what the fuck he get for sending idle ass threats

Bitch, gang, gang, You niggas don't even bang bang

What's yo set, nigga? What you claim, claim

Kill a B in this bitch, wutang, so paid

Every time I'm in the booth, I spit that heroin, Pay ya ho bills, I get the ho hair done

Stomp a nigga out in a pair of Air 1s, Sticks like a band, bitch, I play airdrums

Nigga, I don't even understand How you say you the man but never touch the

grand How you say you'll leave a nigga right where he stand

You never stood over top and never killed the man

I feel like Yung Joc, bitch, with a couple grand

Feel like TI, 9 in my right hand, 45 next to me on my nightstand Shoot this F and N til that motherfuckin' jam

Young money, yeah, I make your bitch bedrock

All she wanna do is suck me like X-Pac, Nothin' but a word to me when her dress drop

She knows I'm a G, I'ma hit the next spot, About to push a whole key on the next drop,308s, 223s for the next opp,bitch