I Don’t Understand Izaya Tiji

[Verse 1]
Dawn
Might shoot shit for fun, play with them sticks, like they so childish
And my shooters don't give no fucks, they'll take you down, right boy, your childish
His bitch wanna fuck and now her boyfriend gon come cryin'
Damn boy, that's so tough, I'm sorry but that's not my problem, yeah
This lil' bitch she bring me down, down, down, down, down
I get that bag, I get them crowns (Get that bag)
I face that reefer then get slumped
Slumped (x15)
I get slumped, slumped, slumped, slumped

[Verse 2]
My niggas they shoot like LeBron
You want some money, ain't giving 'em none
For them racks she gon give up sum'
Bullets hot, send yo ass to the sun
My niggas prolly serve you cut
No aim, shoot your ass in the butt
She want some money, yeah, she want some lust
Can't even dap niggas up they way too sus, uh

[Bridge]
And I mean it, we gon' get it, nah, nah, nah, nah
And I mean it, we gon' get that, nah, nah, nah, nah
Me and my niggas we been there, nah, nah, nah, nah
Me and my niggas we been there, nah, nah, nah, nah
Most of these niggas ain't been there, uh, uh, uh, uh
Most of these niggas ain't been there, nah, nah, uh, uh
Uh, let's go, let's go (Let's talk to 'em)