Juice WRLD - You Dont Understand lyrics

Oh ohh ohh, 9, oh, 9, this time
(Imma say this one time, one time only)
What I wouldn't understand (Gezin)
Cause Ski in this bitch with me, you know
Gang shit

What you don't understand 'bout me is I
Never gave a fuck about a goddamn thing, I
Wake up in the mornin’ do my goddamn thing, I
(ohh ohh, huh)

What you don't understand 'bout me is I
Never gave a fuck about a goddamn thing, I
Wake up in the mornin’ do my goddamn thing, I
I pop, I sip, I pour up lean, I

I'm lost in my abyss
Wake up all I see is black, the solar eclipse
All I know is guns and sex, load up the clip
Told your bitch to get on her knees
To suck the dick (right, oh)
I'm-a live my life like it's my last days
Don't believe in slow, I'm moving fast pace
Ain't no Tom and Jerry round here
Ain't no rat race

This is a outrage (this is a outrage)
I ain't sleep in like six days
(I ain't sleep in like six days)
Poppin' perks I can't think straight
(I can't think straight)
I'm still running like relays, yeah (relays)

What you don't understand 'bout me is I
Never gave a fuck about a goddamn thing, I
I wake up in the mornin’ do my goddamn thing
I i pop, I sip, I pour 'em up lean, I

I break the pill into minerals (What else?)
Then I put it in my cereal, uh (What else?)
They look at me as a criminal (What else?)
Hate on the kid 'cause
This shit gettin' critical (Ya' dig?)
You got a Lambo' truck, it's rented though
(Ya' dig?)
Look at my car, you can't, it's tinted, ho
(Ya' dig?)
Bad bitch in the back seat, got ten of those
(Ya' dig?)
Hit her like a dance, gigolo-gigolo
(Ya' dig?)

I got 'em puzzled, just like a riddle (Uh)
Freestyle shit, I don't ever spit writtens
(Uh) beat up the pussy
I don't fuck with the kitten (Shh)
Thirty clip hangin' out the
Black ass Smith and (Shh)
Catch me listenin' to John Lennon (Ayy)
With your bitch in Versace linens
(Ayy, bitch)
Or maybe Ozzy, or maybe Billy Idol
That's one of my idols livin' (On God)

I'm in the party
I don't really need no posse
I'm boolin' with 150 (On God)
That's my shawty
Finna get the boy name tatted
All over her titties (On God)
Remember hood rocks
And stealin' food out of Hibachi
Wouldn't catch me tippin' (On God)
Brand new shotty, twelve gauge on that body
Don't let me catch you slippin' (Grrah)

What you don't understand 'bout me is I
Never gave a fuck about a goddamn thing, I
Wake up in the mornin’ do my goddamn thing, I
I pop, I sip, I pour 'em up lean, I
I pour 'em up lean, I, oh ohh ohh

Yeah maybe I should try water, huh
Uh, deadbeat this Doctor Pepper good as fuck
I need some straight drop though