iiDA (feat. Dreis Major & RokHowz)

Sike Naw Pastries all in my space at this bakery look at the cake Pastries all in my face shooting my shot that Ain 2k Counting all of this guap all of these franklins spent on my jeans Backwoods copping the box when I roll up Mary Jane Pass back my light you too hype This shit lite Ya chick wanna FaceTime me after I hit Want me to hit it twice Skrrt off in ya new bae new lay like You Ain know she for the whole gang I be like what's ya whole thing 5 Hoes kept em in bro name 2 Cribs put em in my old name I don't know no names I was just clutch like Bron in the whole game Niggas be signing off hoe names Shooters be hitting up kids damn Niggas Ain got no aim This block popping all day damn Niggas Ain Playing no games This kinda watch have the robbers like damn And I be like I ain got no time This kinda watch have ya bunny like damn Been with a lame nigga whole time I'm so (Caught up) damn shawty got me throwed Look over there but don't you stare You see they got you in a scoop Its a tractor beam too ouu she tryna take my soul Syndrome Zero point Mr. you ain incredible Friday night and the lights are low look for a place to go Oh thats your wife I Ain know she didn't tell me so But check this right Take that animosity tune it down check ya hoe Honestly I can't see who it is I am talking too Like how high this cloud of smoke make everyone here invisible I just see lights I'm like do you see this yo Why's you screaming bro I suggest you take it slow Don't put that on a pedestal You see you look like a fool That sign say deer in crossing dude Pastries all in my space at this bakery look at the cake Pastries all in my face shooting my shot that Ain 2k Counting all of this guap all of these franklins spent on my jeans Backwoods copping the box when I roll up Mary Jane Computer counting off Headphones acting up mic not working I'm spitting my verse Beating me is dead imma sit in my hearse Y'all niggas getting some I'm getting mine first Eating beats I'm quenching my thirst my pockets on uh Them bitches might burst I'm getting it fly like birds all yah broke muh fuckas get on my nerves Game locked down and I got one of them things on the door that read ya retina Foot down nigga full speed not letting up Dis my spot fuck y'all not getting up She bad so what not sweating her bitches be on my ass like eczema Ain my fault I'm sick keep spitting up beating me can't be done I'm betting ya Big stunting round here no steading ya know you a beast everybody keep petting ya Fuck around get shot no tetanus boy better get Metlife and edna Get shit straight I ain gotta threaten ya gunshots knives etc. etc. Real killers round here not kidding ya Wanna get hit boy keep hitting ya Pastries all in my space at this bakery look at the cake Pastries all in my face shooting my shot that Ain 2k Counting all of this guap all of these franklins spent on my jeans Backwoods copping the box when I roll up Mary Jane