Slick Guruzee - IDK Lyrics

Up my stick like it's magic, got all these pussy niggas vanishing
I can't leave the streets, I love the heat, I'm feeling passionate
Roll up in his woods, I'm tryna smoke 'em like the cannabis
Niggas always claiming its beef, when he get on the beat, but he irrelevant
Chop sticks like I'm Chinese, they got my eyes low
That nigga ain't no rapper in the jam, he singing high notes
That boy he a capper, but I promise he gon' die slow
Lil' bro just took another trip, I wasn't tryna go
Smoking pressure, f*cking with my lungs, but clear my mind though
Spanish bitch, Rodriguez her last name, but she not Rylo
F*ck a lil' bitch until she sore with this dyno
Broke niggas really acting poor, ain't my kind though
Bands on me, them skinny jeans can't fit huh
She don't wanna leave, like that don't make no sense huh
I'm too clean, like I don't got no stench huh
Chop on me, that new shit with the grip, huh
I can make it rain and change the climate
Like I be popping out, got all these pussy niggas hiding
They say you got a business, stop promoting all that violence
Was stuck in them conditions, felt like I ain't had no guidance huh
She can't get no bag, done got her mad and now she pouting
Just put that lil' bitch in the back just cause she childish
Some niggas tried to kick my door and I was counting
I can't tell you bout the streets if you don't already know about it

I been running up them racks, I just might need me an accountant
Niggas smoke you and your hood cause they ain't care about your talent
I just bought some VVS's, I been thinking bout some houses
I can't f*ck around with no rat cause I ain't never f*ck with mouses
In them houses we would sleep in, straight full of demons

I grew up heard momma screaming, I couldn't believe it
My family looking for a star, I told them I'm gon' be it
I still remember what we did and I'm gon' keep your secret

White folks wanna talk but I'm not never speaking
My ice glow straight out the box, these niggas not competing
Like I don't really trust no nigga cause they all deceiving
I took my talent south beach like we was all in Cleveland, Nigga

Up my stick like it's magic, got all these pussy niggas vanishing
Pull up on your ass, high speed like an ambulance
Bitch had my phone, she was mad again
All these drugs hit my phone, we steady trafficking