GIMME SPACE (feat. Mick Jenkins) lyrics

Hook:
Yeah, I don't think you really who you say you is
You ain't really who you, who you say you is
I don't think you really know what dangerous is
I don't think you really, really know
Look, If ya'll don't gimme space, I'ma make it then
If ya'll don't gimme space, I'ma gimme, gimme
I don't think you really know what dangerous is
I don't think you really, really know

Verse 1 donSMITH:
Before I caught a red eye, you could bet I caught a black one
You bring them toys out, better not be no cap gun
This ain't IG, n*ggas wanna expose your heart, they just gon' tap once
There ain't no Maybelline for make believe
My barber took a vaca, you could still come catch a fade with me
I'm Coach K. on bad days
I make the call, you wait and see
I'm not at all coy, I'm James Fauntleroy in rooms with ya'll noise
Step in that b*tch, like what's the call boys?
Lil' n*ggas want buzz so bad, they drinkin' tall boys
I put my shooters on, ya'll can't assist me
Chris Paul voice
Pistol Pete of grippin' pens
I ain't ever aim and miss
I ain't know what famous is
I'll show ya'll what dangerous is
n*ggas tried to take my life
Then they want to take a flick
I ain't even lace my kicks
Still made triple threat movements
My stutter step got 'em sweatin', don is a threat to 'em
My bread and butter bring envy, hunger and stress to 'em
Hook:
Yeah, I don't think you really who you say you is
You ain't really who you, who you say you is
I don't think you really know what dangerous is
I don't think you really, really know
Look, If ya'll don't gimme space, I'ma make it then
If ya'll don't gimme space, I'ma gimme, gimme
I don't think you really know what dangerous is
I don't think you really, really know

Verse 2 Mick Jenkins:
These n*ggas done p*ssed me off
I'm off the top with all my moves
See any n*gga actin' hard, I bet the iron switch him soft
I switch the safety off
Spit 32, he caught a mean one
Trigger finger crazy wild, the witness say she heard machine guns
Now we playin quidditch
I'm trying to catch a snitch
f*ck a cat and mouse I'm at this b*tch
Don't run your mouth bout Mick
I'm from out south, I made it out that sh*t
22 in this Gucci pouch, you think my outfit slick
Goofy, now gimme the loose-leaf or you lose your coofie
Don't act fishy unless you raw as sushi
This ain't the movies but
sh*t get spooky, I call slime ghoulie
Pull up with the tooly
Turn your fruits to smoothies
Double back and turn your smoothie soupy
Same sh*t over and over, all you n*ggas loopy
My eyes be on the skies, I feel like Snoopy
Told my homie scoop me, pulled up in a hoopty
Pulled up on some monkeys
I be with gorillas like a f*ckin' zoo
Keep b*tches bad and boujee
n*ggas tame but still unruly
You could f*ckin' sue me
And you will
When a off-duty shoot me 'cause he moody
And it's truly hate