IDC (feat. Trippie Redd)

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I don't care what they say
We got racks up in the bank
In the studio and I'm smokin' on dank
Sippin' on drank, got me higher than a plane
Lil' broke boy, better stay in your lane
Bust down the Rollie, don't like it plain
I came with the slatts
You know that we bang (woo)
We killin' all rats, we don't play no games (yeah)

I don't care 'bout your bae
I don't care 'bout your gang
I don't care what you claim (ooh)
Fuck nigga talkin' shit, bullets fallin' like rain
(Boom, boom, boom)
Diamonds 'round my neck, devil is up in that Wraith
With 'em demons
I'm with your gang and we schemin'
I do not love your demeanor
I'm clutchin' that heater, you know what I mean, man
I feel like I am Vegeta, I'm totin' that Nina
Pop out on a demon
Holy water 'round my neck like I need Jesus

I don't care what they say
We got racks up in the bank (bitch, bitch)
In the studio and I'm smokin' on dank (bitch)
Sippin' on drank, got me higher than a plane
Lil' broke boy, better stay in your lane
Bust down the Rollie, don't like it plain
I came with the slatts, you know that we bang
We killin' all rats, we don't play no games

Wanna get high right now
I was at Rollin' Loud
I was just rollin' loud, ayy (huh, huh)
Choppa go shoot 'em down
Me and Trip smokin' up the pounds
Twenty racks on me right now
I'm in pain, it's a shame, oh
Hit her from the back
I got her screamin' out my name
I got my shooters wit' me takin' aim (uh-huh)
Got a bad bitch, you know she love givin' me brain
(Givin' me brain, yeah)

I don't care what they say
We got racks up in the bank
In the studio, I'm smokin' on dank
Sippin' on drank, got me higher than a plane
Lil' broke boy, better stay in your lane
Bust down the Rollie, don't like it plain
I came with the slatts, you know that we bang
We killin' all rats, we don't play no games

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Credits
Writer(s): Michael Lamar White Ii, Nick Manson, Justin Tranter, Julia Michaels
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