Scrubby - IDKU Lyrics

Who the fuck callin my phone I don't know you
Bout the time this album drop yea I'm gonna show you
Bouta turn the speakers on you feel this shit below you
How the fuck you spit that verse man I got no clue
Think you better but I did this first I don't know you
They rappin bout gettin put in a hearse why the fuck are you
Me and my girl all in the store
With that shit we never had
Gettin to close I buss the door
Is that shit gon make you sad
Never leavin my girl stranded
Because she ain't all that demandin
All these people call me reckless
I think it's cuz they don't know my past tense
I think it's cuz they don't take no action
All this social media distraction
Tires so old I'm runnin outta traction
Droppin my shit Don't got no reaction
Runnin out of funds Got no transaction
Pistol whippin no I ain't lackin
Love my bitch and no I ain't cappin
Outside her place like what's brackin
Think I got stamina
You need a manager
Causin my damage
Don't start to panic
Start feelin manic Try swing in my hammock
Uh breakin glass feel like ceramic
Uh all my shit soundin dynamic
Water floating like Titanic
Driving round like a bandit keep my girl wrapped in my blanket
One day my tiles gon be granite smokin gas I'm out this planet
One day you gon swear I planned this for her I will not abandon
Throw the bag in the canyon hope it isn't your companion
This that late night shit
I'm gon smoke ur bitch
I'm gon flex my clique
Cops gon smell my shit
You can't see me from here
Thousand miles I'm clear
Call me Michael wit the beer
Who the fuck callin my phone I don't know you
Bout the time this album drop yea I'm gonna show you
Bouta turn the speakers on you feel this shit below you
How the fuck you spit that verse man I got no clue
Think you better but I did this first I don't know you
They rappin bout gettin put in a hearse why the fuck are you
My thoughts be so loud that ion need the music
Icy rain but it's 12 am and I'm steady cruising
Feel my pain and if you don't then get ready for a bruising
I'm not insane just someone who forgot that we all moving
Who the fuck callin my phone I don't know you
Bout the time this album drop yea I'm gonna show you
Bouta turn the speakers on you feel this shit below you
How the fuck you spit that verse man I got no clue
Think you better but I did this first I don't know you
They rappin bout gettin put in a hearse why the fuck are you

Who the fuck callin my phone I don't know you
Bout the time this album drop yea I'm gonna show you
Bouta turn the speakers on you feel this shit below you
How the fuck you spit that verse man I got no clue
Think you better but I did this first I don't know you
They rappin bout gettin put in a hearse why the fuck are you
Me and my girl all in the store
With that shit we never had
Gettin to close I buss the door
Is that shit gon make you sad
Never leavin my girl stranded
Because she ain't all that demandin
All these people call me reckless
I think it's cuz they don't know my past tense
I think it's cuz they don't take no action
All this social media distraction
Tires so old I'm runnin outta traction
Droppin my shit Don't got no reaction
Runnin out of funds Got no transaction
Pistol whippin no I ain't lackin
Love my bitch and no I ain't cappin
Outside her place like what's brackin
Think I got stamina
You need a manager
Causin my damage
Don't start to panic
Start feelin manic Try swing in my hammock
Uh breakin glass feel like ceramic
Uh all my shit soundin dynamic
Water floating like Titanic
Driving round like a bandit keep my girl wrapped in my blanket
One day my tiles gon be granite smokin gas I'm out this planet
One day you gon swear I planned this for her I will not abandon
Throw the bag in the canyon hope it isn't your companion
This that late night shit
I'm gon smoke ur bitch
I'm gon flex my clique
Cops gon smell my shit
You can't see me from here
Thousand miles I'm clear
Call me Michael wit the beer
Who the fuck callin my phone I don't know you
Bout the time this album drop yea I'm gonna show you
Bouta turn the speakers on you feel this shit below you
How the fuck you spit that verse man I got no clue
Think you better but I did this first I don't know you
They rappin bout gettin put in a hearse why the fuck are you
My thoughts be so loud that ion need the music
Icy rain but it's 12 am and I'm steady cruising
Feel my pain and if you don't then get ready for a bruising
I'm not insane just someone who forgot that we all moving
Who the fuck callin my phone I don't know you
Bout the time this album drop yea I'm gonna show you
Bouta turn the speakers on you feel this shit below you
How the fuck you spit that verse man I got no clue
Think you better but I did this first I don't know you
They rappin bout gettin put in a hearse why the fuck are you