I.T.L.

I'm always up to something, catch me swimming in my bag
The broke ass little bitches should go crying to they dad
I put in work to make these dividends, that's on my dead
I hit in the lobby in Hawaii, oh my bad

Flip a G for the price of three, I'm scamming all my mans
I thought you was trapper, you just capping, what you saying
He folded, what I told him, should of stuck right with the plan
And my bitch like my music, call me Drake, I'm fucking fans

Ah man, here we go again
It's KeyLo, on the D-low, I meant everything I said
Balmain's, stomping on his head
By the sea shore, got my feet froze, you know everything been red

Try to cool me down when I'm pissed off
Match my drank or feel the led when the blick talk
Know a couple clowns I could get offed
I'm just waiting, know for now I like shit talk
I been around, I'm the big boss
Draco got titties that's rounder than Rick Ross
No criss cross, if no one around hit the exhaust

I'm always up to something, catch me swimming in my bag
The broke ass little bitches should go crying to they dad
I put in work to make these dividends, that's on my dead
I hit in the lobby in Hawaii, oh my bad

Flip a G for the price of three, I'm scamming all my mans
I thought you was trapper, you just capping, what you saying
He folded, what I told him, should of stuck right with the plan
And my bitch like my music, call me Drake, I'm fucking fans

They said KeyLo why you acting like a stranger, I don't know you though
And I don't owe these bitches nothing, I control the door
Bitch I roll in dough, I can't go blow for blow
I just get blowed and then I go like I don't know the hoe

Rock paper scissor, brand new straps with brand new switches
I am the difference from the trash that I consider
My competition, I'm the cat, they kitty litter
My opposition, they been dead already hit em' up

Once, twice
Everyone dead, everyone sliced
My advice, stay out the kitchen, get hit wit' the knife
That's been my status, check on the rank if you thinking I'm average
I been savage, no wonder he switch, picking up on my habits

I'm always up to something, catch me swimming in my bag
The broke ass little bitches should go crying to they dad
I put in work to make these dividends, that's on my dead
I hit in the lobby in Hawaii, oh my bad

Flip a G for the price of three, I'm scamming all my mans
I thought you was trapper, you just capping, what you saying
He folded, what I told him, should of stuck right with the plan
And my bitch like my music, call me Drake, I'm fucking fans