You Dont Understand lyrics

[Intro]
Oh-ohh-ohh, 9, oh, 9, this time
(Imma say this one time, one time only)
What I wouldn't understand (Gezin)
Cause Ski in this b*tch with me, you know
Gang sh*t

[Chorus]
What you don't understand 'bout me is I
Never gave a f*ck about a goddamn thing, I
Wake up in the mornin’ do my goddamn thing, I
(ohh ohh, huh)

[Chorus]
What you don't understand 'bout me is I
Never gave a f*ck about a goddamn thing, I
Wake up in the mornin’ do my goddamn thing, I
I pop, I sip, I pour up lean, I

[Verse 1]
I'm lost in my abyss
Wake up all I see is black, the solar eclipse
All I know is guns and sex, load up the clip
Told your b*tch to get on her knees
To suck the di*k (right, oh)
I'm-a live my life like it's my last days
Don't believe in slow, I'm moving fast pace
Ain't no Tom and Jerry round here
Ain't no rat race
[Bridge]
This is a outrage (this is a outrage)
I ain't sleep in like six days (I ain't sleep in like six days)
Poppin' perks I can't think straight (I can't think straight)
I'm still running like relays, yeah (relays)

[Chorus]
What you dont understand 'bout me is I
Never gave a f*ck about a goddamn thing, I
I wake up in the mornin’ do my goddamn thing, I
I pop, I sip, I pour 'em up lean, I

[Verse 2]
I break the pill into minerals (What else?)
Then I put it in my cereal, uh (What else?)
They look at me as a criminal (What else?)
Hate on the kid 'cause this sh*t gettin' critical (Ya' dig?)
You got a Lambo' truck, it's rented though (Ya' dig?)
Look at my car, you can't, it's tinted, ho (Ya' dig?)
Bad b*tch in the back seat, got ten of those (Ya' dig?)
Hit her like a dance, gigolo-gigolo (Ya' dig?)

[Verse 3]
I got 'em puzzled, just like a riddle (Uh)
Freestyle sh*t, I don't ever spit writtens (Uh)
Beat up the pus*y, I don't f*ck with the kitten (Shh)
Thirty clip hangin' out the black ass Smith and (Shh)
Catch me listenin' to John Lennon (Ayy)
With your b*tch in Versace linens (Ayy, b*tch)
Or maybe Ozzy, or maybe Billy Idol
That's one of my idols livin' (On God)
[Verse 4]
I'm in the party, I don't really need no posse
I'm boolin' with 150 (On God)
That's my shawty, finna get the boy name tatted
All over her titties (On God)
Remember hood rocks, and stealin' food out of Hibachi
Wouldn't catch me tippin' (On God)
Brand new shotty, twelve gauge on that body
Don't let me catch you slippin' (Grrah)

[Chorus]
What you dont understand 'bout me is I
Never gave a f*ck about a goddamn thing, I
Wake up in the mornin’ do my goddamn thing, I
I pop, I sip, I pour 'em up lean, I...
I pour 'em up lean, I, oh ohh ohh

[Outro]
Yeah maybe I should try water, huh
Uh, deadbeat
This Doctor Pepper good as f*ck
I need some straight drop though