IDK feat. YungManny, Big Flock, Big JAM, Rico Nasty & Weensey -
IDK & FRIENDS 2 (Basketball County Soundtrack)
495 (feat. Rico Nasty, YungManny, Big Flock, Big JAM & Weensey)
All of a sudden, I'm in a dream (love can be so cruel)
Just lookin' at you has made it begin (love got me on you)
What Juicy say? He like, shut the fuck up
Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, nigga)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh, uh (yeah, nigga)
R.I.P. Bankroll, R.I.P. Nipsey
R.I.P. Smoke Dawg, R.I.P. Jimmy
R.I.P. Pop Smoke, that shit got me stressed
R.I.P. X-X-X-X-X
I got three oppositions that might fuck 'round and blow (blow)
I just plot, then I watch, get 'em bust down for low (Low)
Ooh, that's Flock, he got the Glock
And he got the drop, don't get shot
You get caught slippin', slippin', slippin', slippin'
You gon' get mopped
I can't tell if he real or pussy, hmm, I'm tryna decipher
Me and my brodie used to live a good life, now he a lifer
Now he a killer, now he gorilla
Tryna be dope, now he a dealer
Movin' that gas, come get a fill-up
Premium-grade, no Reggie Miller, uh
IPhone 1, pull up, take it, uh
My iPhone 2, get it with the crew
IPhone 8, niggas had the Drac'
IPhone X, leave a nigga late
Bitch, I'm not with that cappin' or extra fakin'
And I'm sending them shots with no explanation
Bullets rain on your block, precipitation
When me and JAM slide, no miscommunication
I was only sixteen when our house got raided
I was only thirteen and incarcerated
Been this way since a child, need no validation
You gon' die from this smoke, cancer patient
R.I.P. too explicit, I'm XXX
Shoutout Tobi, I die for my men, that's facts
If I'm takin' your shit, you can't get that back
Do not turn his music on, that's that cap
7.62, shit, that's my type, no Saweetie
I might splatter his blood on the wall, no graffiti
Stick in my hand, do a spell like I'm Keke
Bad bitch wanna do 69, no FEFE
IPhone 1, pull up, take it, uh
My iPhone 2, get it with the crew
IPhone 8, niggas had the Drac'
IPhone X, leave a nigga late
Bitch, I'm not with that cappin' or extra fakin'
And I'm sending them shots with no explanation
Bullets rain on your block, precipitation
When me and JAM slide, no miscommunication
I was only sixteen when our house got raided
I was only thirteen and incarcerated
Been this way since a child, need no validation
You gon' die from this smoke, cancer patient (yeah nigga, yeah)
All of a sudden, I'm in a dream
Just lookin' at you has made it begin (X-X-X-X-X, yeah)
It's a crazy world but I know how to move
Ba-da-bing, ba-da-boom
I'm still up like fuck a snooze, fuck a loss and fuck a lose
Nigga, any day, it could be fuck you
Bust you, then bust at you
I ain't tryna be workin' when I'm forty-two
I don't like new niggas on me, who is you?
Pardon me, I'm comin' through
And when I do, it's fifty K on me
Got two hundred K in a rainy day fund
Like let it rain on me
They don't know who to point out
So they gonna put the blame on me
I always hear the same story
Let a bitch try to take something from me
I'll show a bitch why she should've never came for it
IPhone 1, pull up, take it, uh
My iPhone 2, get it with the crew
IPhone 8, niggas had the Drac'
IPhone X, leave a nigga late
How the hell they want me to love when they taught me to hate?
How the hell they want me to love when they taught me to hate? (Yeah nigga)
How the hell they want me to love when they taught me to hate?
How the hell they want me to love when they taught me to hate? (Yeah nigga, yeah)
All of a sudden, I'm in a dream
Just lookin' at you has made it begin
Just lookin' at you has made it begin (love got me on you)
What Juicy say? He like, shut the fuck up
Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, nigga)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh, uh (yeah, nigga)
R.I.P. Bankroll, R.I.P. Nipsey
R.I.P. Smoke Dawg, R.I.P. Jimmy
R.I.P. Pop Smoke, that shit got me stressed
R.I.P. X-X-X-X-X
I got three oppositions that might fuck 'round and blow (blow)
I just plot, then I watch, get 'em bust down for low (Low)
Ooh, that's Flock, he got the Glock
And he got the drop, don't get shot
You get caught slippin', slippin', slippin', slippin'
You gon' get mopped
I can't tell if he real or pussy, hmm, I'm tryna decipher
Me and my brodie used to live a good life, now he a lifer
Now he a killer, now he gorilla
Tryna be dope, now he a dealer
Movin' that gas, come get a fill-up
Premium-grade, no Reggie Miller, uh
IPhone 1, pull up, take it, uh
My iPhone 2, get it with the crew
IPhone 8, niggas had the Drac'
IPhone X, leave a nigga late
Bitch, I'm not with that cappin' or extra fakin'
And I'm sending them shots with no explanation
Bullets rain on your block, precipitation
When me and JAM slide, no miscommunication
I was only sixteen when our house got raided
I was only thirteen and incarcerated
Been this way since a child, need no validation
You gon' die from this smoke, cancer patient
R.I.P. too explicit, I'm XXX
Shoutout Tobi, I die for my men, that's facts
If I'm takin' your shit, you can't get that back
Do not turn his music on, that's that cap
7.62, shit, that's my type, no Saweetie
I might splatter his blood on the wall, no graffiti
Stick in my hand, do a spell like I'm Keke
Bad bitch wanna do 69, no FEFE
IPhone 1, pull up, take it, uh
My iPhone 2, get it with the crew
IPhone 8, niggas had the Drac'
IPhone X, leave a nigga late
Bitch, I'm not with that cappin' or extra fakin'
And I'm sending them shots with no explanation
Bullets rain on your block, precipitation
When me and JAM slide, no miscommunication
I was only sixteen when our house got raided
I was only thirteen and incarcerated
Been this way since a child, need no validation
You gon' die from this smoke, cancer patient (yeah nigga, yeah)
All of a sudden, I'm in a dream
Just lookin' at you has made it begin (X-X-X-X-X, yeah)
It's a crazy world but I know how to move
Ba-da-bing, ba-da-boom
I'm still up like fuck a snooze, fuck a loss and fuck a lose
Nigga, any day, it could be fuck you
Bust you, then bust at you
I ain't tryna be workin' when I'm forty-two
I don't like new niggas on me, who is you?
Pardon me, I'm comin' through
And when I do, it's fifty K on me
Got two hundred K in a rainy day fund
Like let it rain on me
They don't know who to point out
So they gonna put the blame on me
I always hear the same story
Let a bitch try to take something from me
I'll show a bitch why she should've never came for it
IPhone 1, pull up, take it, uh
My iPhone 2, get it with the crew
IPhone 8, niggas had the Drac'
IPhone X, leave a nigga late
How the hell they want me to love when they taught me to hate?
How the hell they want me to love when they taught me to hate? (Yeah nigga)
How the hell they want me to love when they taught me to hate?
How the hell they want me to love when they taught me to hate? (Yeah nigga, yeah)
All of a sudden, I'm in a dream
Just lookin' at you has made it begin
Credits
Writer(s): Johnny Christopher, Jordan Houston, Maria Kelly, Jason Mills, Charles Bowman Bey, Leroy Brandon, Emmanuel Okanlawon, Isaac Asante, Derrick Gamlam, Acyde Odunlami
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