​i dont know you

[Intro: pika]
I got so much fucking money all around on me
If you tryna make that bread then you should follow me
If you do not care about the money then don't feat with me
I don't wanna be the one I could never be

[Chorus: pika]
I don't wanna go, go, go
But everybody's pretending like I know, know, know
And you think that you're so cool, you're not my bro, bro, bro
Keep on walking, keep on walking 'cause you're slow, slow, slow
I don't know you, no
I keep on chasing the bag
She wanna fuck, but I'm breaking her back
All that you say is cap
Like the old days how I'm bringing it back
You-You wanna do it again
I cannot talk to no bitch she a fan
She wanna sleep with the gang
You can not try you go out with a bang

[Verse 1: crusey]
Making racks now
You get packed out
Got ah with his ah
Now he blacked out
Ah-ah-ah posted in the back-back
Ah-ah-ah bitch, I'm counting racks-racks
Talk down we gon' put him in a pack
Creepin' slow dressing all black-black
Can't defend now we attack-ack
Bitch I'm posted at McDonalds with a mac-ac

[Verse 2: deepinparis]
Ask me how I do it, ask a million questions
Bitch I'm the one to mess it up, oh I'm so reckless
You need to back it, back it up for a second
And I will never show 'em love, I felt it
Yeah, I wanna thank the people keepin' me goin'
And I'm bussin' out with chops
For the ones that don't know it
Got a chance I can't blow it
Talent, I'ma show it
No, I can't control it
I need to blow my nose, I got a cold
Rojo, make him see red like it's Rojo
Yeah, you a bozo
Suited up like Frozone
I got bullets in the clip, got 'bout ocho

[Chorus: pika]
I don't wanna go, go, go
But everybody's pretending like I know, know, know
And you think that you're so cool, you're not my bro, bro, bro
Keep on walking, keep on walking 'cause you're slow, slow, slow
I don't know you, no
Keep on talking about me
I don't care bro can't you see
Going up so fast and I make you my Mini-Me
Talking shit behind my back
But you beg me for a crack
You can't talk so bad 'cause all your shit is fucking wack

[Verse 3: pika]
Quack, quack, quack, quack, quack
Feel like venthan, I'm in duck hunt
Bitch I got a fat blunt
Tell that boy don't come front
I feel like shit and I never get better
I'm going up and I feel like the weather
Talking so much and you think that you're cleaver

[Outro: pika]
Go, go, go
But everybody's pretending like I know, know, know
And you think that you're so cool, you're not my bro, bro, bro
Keep on walking, keep on walking 'cause you're slow, slow, slow
I don't know you, no