(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it)

I gotta stay off the 'Gram when the opposition DM me threats (let's get it)
When bro'nem died, he got an autopsy, they said he full of that X
I'm a young nigga who gettin' that check and I don't have problem with sex
I'm a young nigga who pop my shit, they say I'm cocky, aggressive
I get that vibe you turned to snake, I swear I'ma turn to Melly (let's get it)
Locked up with the nigga who told on his mans, that shit Tom and Jerry
Cartier skeletons on my arm, got my arm skelly
Plus two bracelets say the voice, he got my arm buried
I look out, don't know who to trust, I say it's all scary
I'm checkin' up on one of my dawg, he ain't respond lately
I took a bag full of stacks to a bond lady
I gave you drugs, you ain't bring the profits and you say I'm crazy

I don't know
I don't know (let's get it)
I don't know
I don't know

Is you niggas really with me? I don't know
Do you think these niggas out to get me? I don't know
Man, you think you made it out the city? I don't know
Do you believe the rumors he was snitchin'? I don't know

And I don't know too many
I heard them rumors that you was tellin'
But I know you didn't
One nigga say he didn't but I know he did
And I know he's shitty
You gon' get snaked tryna hang with different blocks, I know my city
They my brother hopped out the streets, I'm like, "No he didn't"
Headshot, fucked up memory
Perky pill, fucked up kidney
Spin 'round, like, "Who did it?"
Fed call, free my niggas
The guard I told him, "Three more minutes", yeah (hmm, hmm)

I don't know
I don't know (let's get it)
I don't know
I don't know

Is you niggas really with me? I don't know
Do you think these niggas out to get me? I don't know
Man, you think you made it out the city? I don't know
Do you believe the rumors he was snitchin'? I don't know

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Writer(s): Durk Banks, Trenton Turner