I Don’t Understand

Dawn might shoot shit for fun
Play with them sticks, like they so childish
And my shooters don't give no fucks
They'll take you down, right boy
Your childish his bitch wanna fuck and now
Her boyfriend gon come cryin'
Damn boy, that's so tough, I'm sorry
But that's not my problem, yeah
This lil' bitch she bring me
Down, down, down, down, down
I get that bag, I get them crowns
(Get that bag)
I face that reefer then get slumped slumped
I get slumped, slumped, slumped, slumped

My niggas they shoot like LeBron
You want some money, ain't giving 'em none
For them racks she gon give up sum'
Bullets hot, send yo ass to the sun
My niggas prolly serve you cut
No aim, shoot your ass in the butt
She want some money, yeah, she want some lust
Can't even dap niggas up they way too sus
Uh

And I mean it, we gon'
Get it, nah, nah, nah, nah
And I mean it, we gon'
Get that, nah, nah, nah, nah
Me and my niggas we been
There, nah, nah, nah, nah
Me and my niggas we been
There, nah, nah, nah, nah
Most of these niggas ain't been
There, uh, uh, uh, uh
Most of these niggas ain't been
There, nah, nah, uh, uh
Uh, let's go, let's go
(Let's talk to 'em)

I don't understand i don't understand
I don't understand i don't understand
They said, baby, I don't understand
Said Izaya, I don't understand
How he get them bands i don't understand
I don't understand i don't understand
I don't understand i don't understand
I don't understand i don't understand
I don't understand