Idk Why

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler] If it's beef on the plate, you'll get chipped like a bowl of nachos A hundred shots and the next one's with Johnny Bravo Long convos with Ben Frank and Miley Cyrus Both of my wrists, bitch, will blind every one inside here Sticks with high beams, I promise you don't wanna fight me Put his head in a box like he on an IP A movie, Spike Lee, a pizza party, Peter Piper (RON-RON do that shit) Call your girlfriend, she cheating on you (Duse making slaps, trick) Shit, we laughing at 'em, all my opps need bags to use the restroom Wayne Gretzky, the ice on me and lethal weapons Moves from Tekken Want a Ryu kicker, Jet Li, Hadouken Stupid chop, it ain't past school yet My opps finally come outside, we should pass through there Heard little Pooh Bear got metal rods and dirty screws in him Stupid Ru' really, a bitch can't get a Happy Meal from me Jack and Jill callin', that's the pills callin' [Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler & GrindHard E] I don't know why these pussy niggas think it's sweet with me I don't know why you even call yourself competin' with me I don't know why they keep mistakin' me for Mr. T and shit He's a clown, but we turned him to a Cheeto man today I don't know why you pussy niggas think it's sweet with me I don't know why you even call yourself competin' with me I don't know why you keep mistakin' me for Mr. T and shit He's a clown, but we turned him to a Cheeto man today Shit, I don't know why they keep mistakin' me for Mr. T and shit, shit He's a clown, but we turned him to a Cheeto man today, for real, nigga I don't know why these pussy niggas think it's sweet with me, it's not Shit, I don't know why you even call yourself competin' with me, nigga (GrindHard) [Verse 2: GrindHard E] Muddy-ass pop, I'm drinking Tris today I just made twenty K, I'm feeling rich today The way I'm feelin', I might take a nigga bitch today Hood nigga, I just made a sale at a Chick-fil-A On country time, ain't a roll I made was minute made Auntie called, I asked her, "Please, please, please, can you save the drank?" Fiend textin', "Please hurry up," I still make him wait Passin' out testers to the fiends, givin' tenths away Can't believe that I've seen some opps, I let 'em get away Came to Cali, Flint too hot, I came to LA I had to get away I ain't bring none of my niggas with me, it's just me and bae I don't know who be in bullshit more, it's between Twin and Tay When I go to slide, I don't know which one to grab, I always hesitate Glock, FN, PLR, or I should I grab the K? It don't matter which one I grab 'cause they gon' die anyway A two, four, a six, or should I pour a eight? Wock', Pai, Hi-Tech, Tris, and Morton Grove, I love all the drank Can't figure if the love real or is it really fake? Should I stash my money in the safe, or should I play the bank? Fuck it, I'ma leave the crib with no money and see what I make Put a deuce of Pai in the twenty ounce Sprite and let it dissipate In Detroit fuckin' with A1 Selections, like, fuck the House of Dank Some advice, if you in the trap and got that bitch on you, keep it off of safety [Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler] I don't know why these pussy niggas think it's sweet with me I don't know why you even call yourself competin' with me I don't know why they keep mistakin' me for Mr. T and shit He's a clown, but we turned him to a Cheeto man today I don't know why you pussy niggas think it's sweet with me I don't know why you even call yourself competin' with me I don't know why you keep mistakin' me for Mr. T and shit He's a clown, but we turned him to a Cheeto man today Shit, I don't know why they keep mistakin' me for Mr. T and shit, shit He's a clown, but we turned him to a Cheeto man today, for real, nigga I don't know why these pussy niggas think it's sweet with me, it's not Shit, I don't know why you even call yourself competin' with me, nigga [Verse 3: Young Slo-Be] Ayy (That's the gang) Why the fuck you call yourself tryna compete with me, nigga? (Competing with me, nigga) Heard his ass tryna fight, 40 beatin' on a nigga I just left 21 to get some green for my sister Cuddy gotta appeal a life sentence, blood gotta fight the system (Free the thugs) Ayy, ayy, boy, this a new chop A leg shot? Tryna hit your melon, watch your rooftop Put a switch on that 22, now it's a new Glock Damn, it's gon' go off Nigga, I ain't worried 'bout a sucker, boy, we pop it off (We'll pop it off) Ayy, ayy, bitch, take your panties off (Take your panties off) Nigga, we'll keep spinnin' 'round this bitch 'til we take you off Lil' cuddy, I'm getting dizzy with this chop, nigga, you actin' soft Ayy, ayy, bitch, what's the program? (What's the program?) Nigga, I'm from Nightingale, I don't know them (I don't know them) Oowee, I ain't trippin', we got the poles in (Ayy) Got thirty, but you can hold ten Ayy, ayy, bitch, what's the program? (What's the program?) Nigga, I'm from Nightingale, I don't know them (I don't know them) Oowee, I ain't trippin', we got the poles in (Ayy) Got thirty, but you can hold ten Why the fuck you call yourself tryna compete with me, nigga? (Competing with me, nigga) Heard his ass tryna fight, 40 beatin' on a nigga I just left 21 to get some green for my sister Cuddy gotta appeal a life sentence, blood gotta fight the system (Free the thugs, nigga) [Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler] I don't know why you pussy niggas think it's sweet with me I don't know why you even call yourself competin' with me I don't know why you keep mistakin' me for Mr. T and shit He's a clown, but we turned him to a Cheeto man today Shit, I don't know why they keep mistakin' me for Mr. T and shit, shit He's a clown, but we turned him to a Cheeto man today, for real, nigga I don't know why these pussy niggas think it's sweet with me, it's not Shit, I don't know why you even call yourself competin' with me, nigga