You Don't Know Shit

You be like...
Why she gotta like all of your posts?
Why you in there posing with them hoes?
And I be like, damn though
Why you in there going through my phone?
Bitch I told you take your ass home
And you be like...
That ain't, that ain't... none of my business
That ain't, that ain't... none of my biz
And I be like do it then

Gon', gon', gon', gon', gon', gon' gon' do it then
I'ma let you gon', gon', gon', gon', gon', gon' gon' do it then
Gon' do it
I'ma let you stress yourself out
Move over to the next, pull the best out
This ain't no test
'Cause baby if it was you would have to confess

That you don't know shit
Do you babe?
You be getting wrong answers, aww yeah
You be getting wrong answers, aww yeah
I see the molly got you gone
'Cause you don't know shit
Do you babe?
You be getting wrong answers, aww yeah
You be getting wrong answers
I'ma move on to a slow dancer

Baby I'm all about that pussy
But your pussy ain't gon' really make me chill, is it?
Looking at you like, oh really? Oh really?
Having real hair, that don't make you real, can I...
Hit you with the sauce in the mornin'?
I put this fucking meat right on your grill, baby
I'll show you the stroke, put you on it
I'll show you how to make some fucking real paper, like...
Oh, oh, I be cooking too much not to eat
If you ain't helping me get on my feet
Then let's see how your shit do in the streets
I be like ooh, ooh
You say you gon' key up all my cars
That ain't nothing but a paint job
But when all my bad bitches show up at your job
I'ma look at you like...

Gon', gon', gon', gon', gon', gon' gon' do it then
I'ma let you gon', gon', gon', gon', gon', gon' gon' do it then
Bitch you must be stupid
I'ma let you stress yourself out
Move over to the next, pull the best out
This ain't no test
'Cause baby if it was you would have to confess

That you don't know shit
Do you babe?
You be getting wrong answers, aww yeah
You be getting wrong answers, aww yeah
I see the molly got you gone
'Cause you don't know shit
Do you babe?
You be getting wrong answers, aww yeah
You be getting wrong answers
I'ma move on to a slow dancer

You be like... why's he on that lame shit?
And I be like, you be on the same shit
On the Gram with that stupid Boomerang shit
You need to stop it with the games, bitch, yeah
What did you think was gon' happen?
All you do is push a nigga off ya
Sitting at the crib with a dry dick
Now I can't think of nothing more awful, baby
You be popping, popping, popping
You be popping, ho
You be popping for them niggas at the night show, baby
Just bopping, bopping, bopping
But you be all up in my business, shit, I might go crazy now
How 'bout you worry 'bout that shit somewhere else?
Stop asking me 'bout them bitches in there
Won't you go find out that shit for yourself?
'Cause I don't give a fuck, I don't care
'Cause I'ma tell ya
'Cause I'ma tell ya

Gon', gon', gon', gon', gon', gon' gon' do it then
Bet you won't do it
I'ma let you gon', gon', gon', gon', gon', gon' gon' do it then
Bet you won't do it
I'ma let you stress yourself out
Move over to the next, pull the best out
This ain't no test
'Cause baby if it was you would have to confess

That you don't know shit
Do you babe?
You be getting wrong answers, aww yeah
You be getting wrong answers, aww yeah
I see the molly got you gone
'Cause you don't know shit
Do you babe?
You be getting wrong answers, aww yeah
You be getting wrong answers
I'ma move on to a slow dancer