Don’t Know lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
London on the track, b*tch
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

[Chorus: Young Thug]
My newest b*tch say that she got it, you dig?
Show me your mil', I put my SIG in, you dig? (Ayy)
I want that pus*y 'cause it's as tight as a kick
Look at my Rollie, it stay cold as a fridge (Ayy)
Push your top back 'cause I feel like it's a wig
I don't know why, I don't know why, but I did
I don't know why, I don't know why, yeah
But can you hurry up and buy? Yeah

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Graduated from Howard, I'm the sh*t, no bowel
Beat it up for an hour, she wet as a shower
Hoppin' out on them cowards with nothing but them whoppers
I'm a level five goblin
Thirty deep, all them lil' n*ggas be mobbin'
Have you ever seen a street geek barbarian?
R.I.P. Monroe, no Marilyn
Give my mama everything, n*gga, evident
Ayy, I ain't goin' steady, but I'm ready (Yeah)
Let them b*tches hit just like your necklace (Yeah)
We got blocks and we treacherous (Yeah)
Take your necklace, you neckless
Please stay out of my section, yeah
Pullin' out the chopper the moment a n*gga get here
[Chorus: Young Thug & Shad da God]
My newest b*tch say that she got it, you dig?
Show me your mil', I put my SIG in, you dig? (Ayy)
I want that pus*y 'cause it's as tight as a kick
Look at my Rollie, it stay cold as a fridge (Ayy)
Push your top back 'cause I feel like it's a wig
I don't know why, I don't know why, but I did
I don't know why, I don't know why, yeah (God)
But can you hurry up and buy? Yeah (Got this sh*t, man)

[Verse 2: Shad da God]
God, got this gas, blowin' so hard (So hard)
All them n*ggas shrimp, they some poor boys
They gon' make us let the windows down on a Rolls-Royce
Hustle hard, I keep the .40, .40 got a di*k
b*tches get 'round me, they sneezin', jewelry game sick (Achoo)
I love mud, I done poured a deuce up so slick (A duece)
Hop up in my car, now lick and go and sit on the stick (Now watch out)
Put the marker on them n*ggas and see if they real (Is you real?)
I'm out in Texas, buyin' pint, keepin' sh*t trill (Keep it trill)
I got ashes droppin' on the Bentley steerin' wheel
Xan' got me feelin' like I'm on a Ferris wheel (My head spinning)
They came 'round the neighborhood with that fire play (Ooh)
He got him a drop-top just like a stingray
My n*gga came with them bales, that sh*t was green day (It was green day)
I play the star role, juggin' like in a screenplay (Woo)
God
[Chorus: Young Thug]
My newest b*tch say that she got it, you dig?
Show me your mil', I put my SIG in, you dig? (Ayy)
I want that pus*y 'cause it's as tight as a kick
Look at my Rollie, it stay cold as a fridge (Ayy)
Push your top back 'cause I feel like it's a wig
I don't know why, I don't know why, but I did
I don't know why, I don't know why, yeah
But can you hurry up and buy? Yeah