AintThatRico - DONT UNDERSTAND (feat. Big Trouble) Lyrics

Shout out to Rico, he gave me the beat

Man, these niggas don't get it
How we keep shit in motion and stackin' these digits
When the Smitts slow down, grab your mask and go get it
Cuz when you down to your last, everybody turn cricket

And you know that we standin' on business
And we dodgin' the 12, cause we ridin' with them switches
I got my Double compressions, this shit in my britches
Im boutta teach em a lesson, my smitt game the sickest

I be baggin' up pounds with the quickness
Put that shit on the scale, watch me run up my digits
And this Chop big as shit, like I'm totin' a midget
And I'm gone to re-up, I'll be back in a minute

And I'm loyal as shit, I feel like Tim Dunkin
And Niggas be bitches, they aint loyal for nothin
I smitt em and go, I ain't talkin' bout nothin
Better watch for them snakes, them niggas a crush you


And you won't understand why we ride with them sticks
Or Why its f*ck a 9-5 cuz for mines imma smitt
Or why you dont pillow talk and give dimes to a bitch
You better keep your eyes open, you can't hide from a switch

They judge, they talk, they don't understand shit
If They ass switched places, same day they a quit
And niggas be Rico but thinkin they Mitch
And he thought with his dick, now he tricked by a bitch

And this shit vacuum sealed, you ain't smellin' the stench
What your ass on Trouble? I'm just breakin' the bench
They a never understand why we takin' them risks
Why we put in the work just to bust down the wrist

Why he stuck in the kitchen, he breakin' his wrist
Why we stand outside, cause we ain't duckin' from shit
Or When a nigga ask for pounds, but he only cop zips
Better stay off the gram, fed's savin' them clips

Man, that's how that shit go

And niggas act real but be breaking them codes
I get em, They gone, I be bringin' them loads
Youngins be spinnin' and spinnin', aint no tellin em no
And if he play about bread, they gon be taggin' yo toe
These niggas don't get it, hand to hand for the dough

It's more than a gram, you can tell by the smoke
And he said that he trap, but it must been a joke
Nigga move wrong, and we geekin' to blow
And Don't play around us when you already know

You won't understand why I slide for the bros
Back in the day used to trap by the store
Now I pull up, droppin' pounds at yo door
And niggas swear they real, but inside they a hoe

If you empty the clip, then you put on a show
If your ass havin' motion, better put on your bros

Man, these niggas don't get it
How we keep shit in motion and stackin' these digits
When the Smitts slow down, grab your mask and go get it
Cuz when you down to your last, everybody turn cricket

And you know that we standin' on business
And we dodgin' the 12, cause we ridin' with them switches
I got my Double compressions, this shit in my britches
Im boutta teach em a lesson, my smitt game the sickest

I be baggin' up pounds with the quickness
Put that shit on the scale, watch me run up my digits
And this Chop big as shit, like I'm totin' a midget
And I'm gone to re-up, I'll be back in a minute

And I'm loyal as shit, I feel like Tim Dunkin
And Niggas be bitches, they aint loyal for nothin
I smitt em and go, I ain't talkin' bout nothin
Better watch for them snakes, them niggas a crush you