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[Chorus: Yung Tory]
I mix the Gucci with Louis
I get so high like I'm [?]
She keep on asking me questions, shorty she think that she knew me
Don't ask me no questions, I don't know, I don't know
I don't know, I don't know
I don't know, I don't know

[Verse 1: Yung Tory]
I don't know
I smoke dope
I just got the toppy, from your ho
Shorty suck me sloppy, call me Joe
Hit the plug, b*tch, take off, UFO
I'm in the club, on the sofas with my bros
I'm a star, back up b*tch, you too close
No n*gga I don't want your b*tch, your b*tch broke
In the party while the b*tches sniffing coke
I want a diva, smoking Reefer
Said that she hungry, I feed her p*nis
They cannot see me, I feel like Cena
I'm with a foreign, she say she a libra
Say that she love me, she love my ego
Tory I hit it, and then I leave her
Say I'm a dog, say I'm evil
No, I do not f*ck with people
Your b*tch, she a ho, I hit once [?]
She calling my phone, I just hit decline, ayy
Wake up, roll up, get drunk, I pour up
I mix Henny with my soda, I be in space like I'm Yoda
[Chorus: Yung Tory]
I mix the Gucci with Louis
I get so high like I'm [?]
She keep on asking me questions, shorty she think that she knew me
Don't ask me no questions, I don't know, I don't know
I don't know, I don't know
I don't know, I don't know

[Verse 2: Coca Vango]
I do the Louis with Gucci
I do the YSL with Chanel
I be f*cking on a n*gga main b*tch
She said that you pus*y, n*gga, yeah, you frail
I do [?]
Every time they locked me up, I made bail
I'm so hot in this b*tch they can pay me to [?]
I cannot hit a lick with your boy, he gon' tell
Foreign lil' coupe with a foreign lil' b*tch
n*gga talk sh*t and hop out with the stick
Young n*gga, I put that Kush in the air
That sh*t that you roll up, [?]
They be like "when you gon' sign?" I don't know yet
Already got me a chain and a Rolex
And no, I'm not signing for that, 100k sit in the back
If I want it, I can blow it
Get the f*ck on with that fake sh*t
My Louis from [?] my Gucci from [?]
It gotta be Act' if I'm ever gon' sip
The Perc that I pop, got that itch in my hip
Your b*tch suck my di*k like an itch on her lip
She love Billy Coca, pull up, let it rip
I'm over the head with the sh*t like a blimp
Put them tats on my face and go get me an M
You flippin' them burgers, lil' boy, you a worker
You get slapped with the fire in the back of the [?]
You think I forgot 'bout that sh*t?
[?] that n*gga [?]
Juug rich, I invented this sh*t
Take this sh*t out my hands, 'cause I'm feeling this sh*t
[?] put that sh*t in my face
VVS diamonds, I can see why they hate
I got racks on my plate
[Chorus: Yung Tory]
I mix the Gucci with Louis
I get so high like I'm [?]
She keep on asking me questions, shorty she think that she knew me
Don't ask me no questions, I don't know, I don't know
I don't know, I don't know
I don't know, I don't know