Idk That Bitch Lyrics – Gunna ft. G Herbo

[Intro]
Taurus!
Run that back Turbo

[Chorus: Gunna]
How the hell you love that b!tch?
You don't know that b!tch (How?)
That's like having set prices on a dummy brick (Foe)
You get good pu**y once and then start cuffing it (Foe)
I still been in my bag, I'm just on other sh!t (On other sh!t)
New gold BBS, feel like Money Mitch (Like Money Mitch)
My stats are really rich, I'm in that Cullinan (Rolls)
She told me she taking a risk, I had to cut her in (Cut her in)
The Rolls with a house in the hill, with a custom den (Custom)

[Verse 1: Gunna]
Eliantte keep putting karats in my pinky ring (Karats)
Woke up, feel like Malcolm X
We kill by any means (Kill by any means)
Young GunnWunna stay fresh, fresh like Listerine (Fresh)
I'm giving her back to the streets
I got plenty of these (I got plenty of those)
She a nasty freak, she came from New Orleans (New Orleans)
Damn, I woke up sick, forgot to pour my lean (Pour it)
You murder things, you want a queen
Can't hurt a king (Can't hurt a king)
The lemon squeeze, can't get between or intervene
(Or intervene)

[Chorus: Gunna]
How the hell you love that b!tch?
You don't know that b!tch (How?)
It's like having set prices on a dummy brick (Foe)
You get good pu**y once and then start cuffing it (Foe)
I still been in my bag, I'm just on other sh!t (On other sh!t)
New gold BBS, feel like Money Mitch (Like Money Mitch)
My stats are really rich, I'm in that Cullinan (Rolls)
She told me she taking a risk, I had to cut her in (Cut her in)
The Rolls with a house in the hill, with a custom den (Custom)

[Verse 2: Gunna]
My cousing down the road, he call on Alamo (On Alamo)
Pay backend up, I do my show, it's time to go (Time to go)
Now hit a joke, you hit a post, I don't care to post
(I don't care to post)
Got both them hoes, they l!ck me like an envelope
(Like an envelope)
I was at the all-star game in Chicago (Chicago)
Came through the side door, I was with my side ho
(Was with my side ho)
Call G Herbo and Durkio, yeah, Smurkio (Shmurkio)
Smoke biscotti and gelato, this ain't busted though
(Run that back Turbo, busted though)

[Chorus: Gunna & G Herbo]
How the hell you love that b!tch?
You don't know that b!tch (How?)
That's like having set prices on a dummy brick (Foe)
You eat that pu**y once and then start cuffing it (Foe)
I still been in my bag, I'm just on other sh!t
(On other sh!t, uh)

[Verse 3: G Herbo]
G Herbo rich as f**k, but I want a hundred M's
Crib in the hills, straight up out the field
Drillin with a gun in hand
Just was in a Lamb'
But I pulled on Gunna my twin in that Cullinan
It's a pandemic, but I'm running out of rubber bands
Cuban link, three hundred grams
Hating on me, I understand, 150 still love the fans
150 in that new coupe, on the E-Way, I'm like f**k the trends
Amiri got too much pants
They don't f**k with three hundred grams
Fronted that much to my mans, 'lil ho I got rich friends
Folks said he like Rich Porter, I can't go like Killa Cam
Wipe that pu**y nose 'cause I'm with slime nem
He was 'posed to been there 'fore he dissed us
They can't find him
Loving like you discovered her, we just missed the b!tch
Remind him, clown him

[Chorus: Gunna]
How the hell you love that b!tch?
You don't know that b!tch (How?)
That's like having set prices on a dummy brick (Foe)
You eat that pu**y once and then start cuffing it (Foe)
I still been in my bag, I'm just on other sh!t (On other sh!t)
New gold BBS, feel like Money Mitch (Like Money Mitch)
My stats are really rich, I'm in that Cullinan (Rolls)
She told me she taking a risk, I had to cut her in (Cut her in)
The Rolls with a house in the hill, with a custom den (Custom)