TreyThaRockStar - Idkintheworstway Lyrics

(All these niggas be acting like I'm not that nigga)
(I'm him)
(I'm so for real like I'm him)
(Like, And I don't even gotta go back and forth about the shit)
(Like, I just be like)
(Portraying that shit, like in my actions)
(Like I'm just him)
(I told her)
Throw that ass back
Throw that ass back
(I just might)
Throw that ass back
(I just might like -ie)
Throw that ass back
(I just might like -ie)
Throw that ass back
(I just might)
Throw that ass back
Throw that ass back
(I just might like -ie)
Throw that ass back
(I just might)
Ball like Byrie, She's a Pisces
Ar rounds f*ck up his psyche
(Psyche)
Took a Glock to Paris, Caught me with it wouldn't extradite me
(Extradite me)
If you do not like us, We don't care
(We don't care)
F*ck your bitch and pull her hair
(Pull her hair)
Lame-ass niggas stand over there
Don't look at my diamonds, These hoes glare
(These hoes glare)
And she spins on my dick, Like the thing from the fair
Oh, Mary, How you get around, I don't even steer
And she wanna f*ck me now, Cause I'm really here
Wait, I'm over there, But still I'm so aware
Of my situation, My bitch Haitian, Well, Of my situation, In an insane asylum, Well
Of my situation, I'm way too hard on myself
Who you know could walk through hell
Who you know won't ever tell, Who you know
Bro Been stacking bodies, I ain't mean to get so literal
I can't understand these niggas, They ain't making no sense
Coupe execution, I ain't for the bullshit
I'm strapped with a Tommy gun, That's the timing that I'm on
She wanna go back to the room, I can't help it, Bitch, I'm rude
Okay, Silly, Ah, Vanill-ie, Ecstasy oxy in my whisk
Shooter hop out like Nowitzki, Ain't no rim, That bitch hold 50
Throw that ass back
Throw that ass back
(I just might)
Throw that ass back
(I just might like -ie)
Throw that ass back
(I just might like -ie)
Throw that ass back
(I just might)
Throw that ass back
Throw that ass back
(I just might like -ie)
Throw that ass back
(I just might)
Ball like Byrie, She's a Pisces
Ar rounds f*ck up his psyche
(Psyche)
Took a Glock to Paris, Caught me with it wouldn't extradite me
(Extradite me)
If you do not like us, We don't care
(We don't care)
F*ck your bitch and pull her hair
(Pull her hair)
Lame-ass niggas stand over there
Don't look at my diamonds, These hoes glare
(These hoes glare)
And she spins on my dick like the thing from the fair
And she spins on my dick
And she spins on my dick like the thing from the fair
And she spins on my dick
But still I'm so aware
Of my situation, In an insane asylum, well
Of my situation, I'm way too hard on myself
Bro Been stackin' bodies, I ain't mean to get so literal