Ikea Rug

(ATM) Told my brother, "You catch that nigga who did it, I'll give you the ransom" Told that bitch to bring her friends, I bring my friends, we link in Atlanta Hope lil' bro gon' beat his case, they don't really see that shit on camera You gotta worry 'bout who got the up first 'cause my cousin died with his hammer Only reason opps got all that shit, they fuckin' with them scammers He just hit a lick in Miami for all them bricks, he Montana Where I'm from, we go off body counts, we don't go off bandanas I done gave 'em all 'em guns and drugs, bitch, I think I'm Santa All I see, a real nigga in the mirror All I see, a lot of robbers and some killers All I see, a bunch of real-ass niggas All I see, a bunch of killers, bunch of killers, nigga (yeah, yeah) False flaggin', throwin' up different gangs and shit Hope when they get caught, them niggas never bring up names and shit Open cases, hangin' 'round 'em killers known as dangerous That's the only thing I hate that's comin' with this fame and shit, that's lame as shit Summertime, I be fuckin' up the static You can't deny these niggas claimin' all the bodies I can't lie, if I go broke, I'm catchin' a robbery They askin' why, but I can never give apology Slow down, better watch that boy, he low down And I heard that he be shootin' two-three switches when it go down He used to walk around with a paint gun, I'm happy that he pro now Suckin' dick like she a pro a now, but I told that bitch slow down, she a low down I record with a Off-White mat from IKEA Paranoid, we just gon' ride around 'til we see 'em Tug of war, these niggas tryna steal ideas Check the score, them niggas cryin' all on my DM, yeah