I Dont Know That Bitch

HOOK:

I don’t know that bitch
I don’t know that bitch
I don’t know that bitch
I don’t know that bitch
I don’t know, no

Verse:

I don’t know that bitch
I can’t smoke that mid
What’s that on her mit?
Oh that’s just my kids!
Fronto in my spliff
You can smell but you can’t hit, yeah
Im gon’ get right in
You wait 10 minutes
Never copy shit
1 of 1 for most my fits
Racks busting out my jeans
You can see like every stitch
Crazy old me
Starting to feel like 626
If you ain’t know that’s Lilo & stitch
Got that blue gelato in the mix
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Niggas be frail, stupid
Damn, She just caught my heart
Damn, shoutout to cupid
Aye, She gon play her part
Damn, She gon get through this
Damn, shawty was in the crib buttnaked
Lookin like a nudist

Uh yeah
I don’t know that bitch, no, no, no, no, no
She can’t smoke that mid no, no, no, no, no
What’s that on her mit? Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Oh that’s just my kids, yeah, yeah, you already know