I.A.M (Intro)
Uh
Love and liquor
You know I always start it out like this
Yeah
This is for all the motherfuckers who ain't know I am
Speak truth
But you know I am
Gone for a minute
Back ain't like I left
A bitch got bills
You know where I been
The past two years
I done lost some friends
On some brand new shit
They just disappeared...
This is love and liquor...
I ain't gone get into that you know
This is for all the Maserati's you ain't never had
(Yeah)
Bad bitches you ain't never did
And shout out to the killers who ain't never strapped
The guns on your hip you ain't never blast
A number of you niggas that can kiss my ass
I know a couple rappers that can kiss my ass
Ain't really a hundred
Nigga give me half
(Shit)
Yeah
That's all I ask
For the get money niggas who ain't got no cash
The twerk team bitches who ain't got no ass
For the motherfuckers said that I'm a conscious rapper
Rather hear me talk about the guns and gadgets
On some bando shit
Nigga I ain't trapping
Last time I checked nigga
You weren't trapping
Fuck being a fraud nigga
I'm 'bout action
(Yeah)
Nigga I'm 'bout action
You want to hear me talk about that backseat action
Boom boom room shit
Back that ass up
Girl who is you playing wit'
I need that answer
You want to hear that club shit
Twerk team champion
Wit' yo' hands on yo' knees
While you look back at it
Want to hear that down south dope boy magic
With fifteen's in the trunk
Got yo' rearview rattling
You want to hear that old school
Ride in the Caddy
Shit
Love and liquor
You know I always start it out like this
Yeah
This is for all the motherfuckers who ain't know I am
Speak truth
But you know I am
Gone for a minute
Back ain't like I left
A bitch got bills
You know where I been
The past two years
I done lost some friends
On some brand new shit
They just disappeared...
This is love and liquor...
I ain't gone get into that you know
This is for all the Maserati's you ain't never had
(Yeah)
Bad bitches you ain't never did
And shout out to the killers who ain't never strapped
The guns on your hip you ain't never blast
A number of you niggas that can kiss my ass
I know a couple rappers that can kiss my ass
Ain't really a hundred
Nigga give me half
(Shit)
Yeah
That's all I ask
For the get money niggas who ain't got no cash
The twerk team bitches who ain't got no ass
For the motherfuckers said that I'm a conscious rapper
Rather hear me talk about the guns and gadgets
On some bando shit
Nigga I ain't trapping
Last time I checked nigga
You weren't trapping
Fuck being a fraud nigga
I'm 'bout action
(Yeah)
Nigga I'm 'bout action
You want to hear me talk about that backseat action
Boom boom room shit
Back that ass up
Girl who is you playing wit'
I need that answer
You want to hear that club shit
Twerk team champion
Wit' yo' hands on yo' knees
While you look back at it
Want to hear that down south dope boy magic
With fifteen's in the trunk
Got yo' rearview rattling
You want to hear that old school
Ride in the Caddy
Shit
Credits
Writer(s): Kamilah Adger
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