No Comprende

They like Diggs where you been
I was stuck off in the pen
I ain't wanna do it but I had to get it in
I just went off in that bitch and got to crackin' like I'm 'posed to
Hot desert prison I was acting like it's Folsom
Diggs in the yard hollering California call
Still breaking laws fuck the judge and the guards
I was swinging from the bars broke a couple niggas jaws
His papers wasn't right so we ran him off to yards
I'm the cuddy with the money got the tickets and the snow
And every time it's visits bitches kickin' in the door
Threw my lil nigga on with a bitch so he could score
Now I'm smoking cookies from the county to the door
When the Southsiders hit they were runnin' to the car
That new iPhone came from fucking on the guard
I'm the fly Bay nigga they didn't really give me drama
The only nigga in here that was eatin' Benihanas

I go to jail on Tuesday I'm out by Wednesday
They ask me any questions it's no comprende
If I don't get bail I just sit in the cell
And one thing I won't do my nigga and that's tell

I got letters from my fans I ain't heard from my mans
Punk ass bitch ran off with some bands
And I was like damn I ain't really understand
That's when I realized she had got another man
I was kinda salty but I really wasn't trippin'
Cause a nigga wasn't broke plus I got my other bitches
Got released from the pen to the county on a Friday
Had to fight another case then they shipped me to Hawaii
I left O triple C let me give you the game
I jumped in the Lyft my bitch slipped me some change
Slid through the mall to go and get me some things
And on my second day out I went and flipped me a Range
And just to get it straight I ain't hurtin' for shit
If they ask you how I did it tell 'em Herc in a bitch
I remember in the hole when I was workin' on this
Now I'm way in Hawaii somewhere surfin' and shit

I go to jail on Tuesday I'm out by Wednesday
They ask me any questions it's no comprende
If I don't get bail I just sit in the cell
And one thing I won't do my nigga and that's tell

Diggs back home let your favorite rapper know
Tell him watch his mouth 'fore I show up to his show
I'm familiar with the killers just to let you niggas know
Lil Dre'll run a play if I tell him it's a go
It's Romper Room Gang on my fuck you shit
I know my PO watchin' so it's fuck you bitch
Fake niggas hate me I deliver the real
So keep him from around me cause I know he'll squeal
I'm a Golden State Warrior I'll get on his top
When you a real shooter you just pull up and pop
Plus I got hands I'll dance with y'all
I got instruments I'll get the band involved
He thought I was a joke 'til I choked and slapped him
I tell him to his face think I won't just ask him
And he don't want smoke he don't want the action
He gon' turn the other cheek cause he's soft and passive

I go to jail on Tuesday I'm out by Wednesday
They ask me any questions it's no comprende
If I don't get bail I just sit in the cell
And one thing I won't do my nigga and that's tell