IDK (feat. NTL Chris & NTL Swerve)
Ayy, ayy
One time, one time
One time, one time
Ayy, I'm lit, give a fuck what you mean
Bad bitches and they all on me
Keep a Glock, only hold sixteen
Red dot, smith Wesson wit a beam
Red cup, same color as my lean
Mo' money, mo' bitches, no problem
If my brother ever fall, then I got him
Forgive me, baby, you ain't nothin' but a option
I got a lot of bitches, baby, what can you do for me
Ass fat, pretty face, but can you stuff the Ps
My white bitch set you up for a hit of clean
My Spanish bitch, she a freak, she love poppin' beans
My black bitch do whatever cause she on the team
My niggas pull up and shootin', this is not a scene
Glock 30 and that bitch hold sixteen
Yo bitch mad, yo nigga mad cause she on her knees
Her ass fat, so I had to double back
One time
Yo nigga get to trippin it's a wrap
Her ass fat, so I had to double back
One time
Yo nigga get to trippin it's a wrap
All up in her guts, her pussy spoke to me
Girl, I would never cuff cause you just a throat to me
Every ex that you ever had, bitch, they broke to me
Bitch, let me spit in your mouth, I'm real nasty with it
Buffs on, chillin' in the spot, real classy with it
She want a new whip, girl, you better tell your daddy get it
I'm really cold with this rap shit
Bitch, I'm kinda gifted
Sun, hit my chain and looked up, everybody squinted
All the sights on my body, thinkin' that I'm catchin' sickness
If you ask, I'm taxin' for a feature, just respect the busines
In the whip with yo bitch, gettin' top in the windows tinted
Ay, my bitch bad, she love the perks
Baby independent with a Glock up in her purse
She throw that ass, I watch her twerk, I bend her over
Get to work, but ain't no love in me
I got chrome hearts up on my shirt, yup
She wanna see how we be livin
Baby at the bottom, never got the taste of winnin
And if she got a friend, we gon' give the hoe the Christian
We passin' hoes and shootin' shit, we ballin' like the Pistons
I seen my brother switch, but at least I learned a lesson
Had to sit down with the reverend and he told me count my blessings
I never trust a bitch, they were my love, they leave me stressed
Black heart mixed with common, so I don't feel bad when I'm flexin
I don't feel bad when I'm flexin
One time, one time
One time, one time
Ayy, I'm lit, give a fuck what you mean
Bad bitches and they all on me
Keep a Glock, only hold sixteen
Red dot, smith Wesson wit a beam
Red cup, same color as my lean
Mo' money, mo' bitches, no problem
If my brother ever fall, then I got him
Forgive me, baby, you ain't nothin' but a option
I got a lot of bitches, baby, what can you do for me
Ass fat, pretty face, but can you stuff the Ps
My white bitch set you up for a hit of clean
My Spanish bitch, she a freak, she love poppin' beans
My black bitch do whatever cause she on the team
My niggas pull up and shootin', this is not a scene
Glock 30 and that bitch hold sixteen
Yo bitch mad, yo nigga mad cause she on her knees
Her ass fat, so I had to double back
One time
Yo nigga get to trippin it's a wrap
Her ass fat, so I had to double back
One time
Yo nigga get to trippin it's a wrap
All up in her guts, her pussy spoke to me
Girl, I would never cuff cause you just a throat to me
Every ex that you ever had, bitch, they broke to me
Bitch, let me spit in your mouth, I'm real nasty with it
Buffs on, chillin' in the spot, real classy with it
She want a new whip, girl, you better tell your daddy get it
I'm really cold with this rap shit
Bitch, I'm kinda gifted
Sun, hit my chain and looked up, everybody squinted
All the sights on my body, thinkin' that I'm catchin' sickness
If you ask, I'm taxin' for a feature, just respect the busines
In the whip with yo bitch, gettin' top in the windows tinted
Ay, my bitch bad, she love the perks
Baby independent with a Glock up in her purse
She throw that ass, I watch her twerk, I bend her over
Get to work, but ain't no love in me
I got chrome hearts up on my shirt, yup
She wanna see how we be livin
Baby at the bottom, never got the taste of winnin
And if she got a friend, we gon' give the hoe the Christian
We passin' hoes and shootin' shit, we ballin' like the Pistons
I seen my brother switch, but at least I learned a lesson
Had to sit down with the reverend and he told me count my blessings
I never trust a bitch, they were my love, they leave me stressed
Black heart mixed with common, so I don't feel bad when I'm flexin
I don't feel bad when I'm flexin
Credits
Writer(s): Rashawn Mcgee
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