| I don’t know 'bout you |
| But I keep a cup, sippin' my juice |
| Enjoyin' my youth, wild nigga’s shoot |
| You could wear blue, you could be a blood |
| Holla «Su-Woo!», yeah it’s all love |
| Keep it neutral, look at my crew |
| Tell me y’all smoke, sippin' my juice |
| I’m just sippin' my juice, I don’t know 'bout you |
| Say, what’s up with the wackos, and the black hoes |
| And the hispanics and white bitches that like niggas |
| That like liquor, roll like Swishers |
| Or wanna spend they whole nights with us |
| You should cruise if that shoe size fits ya |
| Go figure the effects on the longest life, overnight |
| I ain’t lived a sober life since middle school, that’s over, right |
| So you know the night gon' be filled wit' that Coke and Sprite |
| But either way that soda purple or it’s white |
| But Ma, I told you right, I only sip liquor and pass dope |
| And write lyrics that past dope |
| Cause we can’t afford to rock Crooks and Castles |
| So we the crooks in your castles robbin' your dreams and your last hope |
| I smashed and dashed on your last ho, tryna trap me with her lasso |
| But nice guys finish last, so, I’ma be a dick or an asshole |
| Whichever you can handle, I’m down with the scandal |
| But I don’t know 'bout you |
| Yeah, me and my niggas we about to get loose |
| Yeah, my nigga, I don’t know 'bout you |
| Yeah, give the hoes a game cause them bitches gonna choose |
| And bitches gonna choose |
| My nigga, I don’t know 'bout you |
| Yeah, me and my niggas we about to get loose |
| Yeah, bitch nigga, I don’t know 'bout you |
| Shit, if you in my way, then it’s mahfuck you, mahfuck you |
| Bitch nigga, I don’t know 'bout you |