I4 Music (feat. Loe Shimmy)

****

Pussy

Yeah

Gentle Beatz

Yeah

**** talkin' my trap open, my trap ain't never closed (****)

I'm a bully in the kitchen, I keep beatin' up the 'bow (****)

He keep pullin' out two racks, I just spent that in the store (Pussy)

I can make a fifty quick, that's like five shows

Pull up in a— how the fuck I'ma drive slow? (****)

Smokin' on that— got my eyes low (On 'za)

You keep doin' all that hatin', your ass gon' die broke (Pussy ****)

Jumped in the i8 (Yoom), jumped on I-4 (Yoom)

I don't need a bodyguard, I got gang with me, **** (Pussy ****)

Chain half a brick, pinky ring hittin', **** (Pussy)

I don't condone that ho shit, don't put my name in it, ****

Plug gave me the whole— shh, did my thing with it, ****

I got 20/20 vision, still don't see a **** ass

Pullin' up 2023, I'm ready to leave a **** ass

You wanna grab some plates? I'll feed a **** ass

Brodie got the broomstick, ready to sweep a **** ass

**** talkin' my trap open, my trap ain't never closed (****)

I'm a bully in the kitchen, I keep beatin' up the 'bow (****)

He keep pullin' out two racks, I just spent that in the store (Pussy)

I can make a fifty quick, that's like five shows

Pull up in a— how the fuck I'ma drive slow? (****)

Smokin' on that— got my eyes low (On 'za)

You keep doin' all that hatin', your ass gon' die broke (Pussy ****)

Jumped in the i8 (Yoom), jumped on I-4 (Yoom)

Once he play, I send 'em (I send 'em in)

Hit the road with twenty 'bows, took trackers out the rental (I did)

My bitch hate when I be geeked off drugs, I need it for my mental

I'm geeked up out my body

Take these bracelets, I go thirty ball, plug Gio on my denim (I am, yeah)

Yeah, I'm a rap-trappin', gate-whippin', chicken-flippin'

In here cuttin' slabs, got mama mad from fuckin' up her kitchen

My left wrist so dumb, it cost a ticket, my bitch bad, I'm picky

She put so much coca up her nose, I save her under Whitney

Bitch, I'm rappin', trappin', sellin' lows, go up the road and send 'em (I am)

We got button on back of every pole, I got more ass than titties

Got buttons like the Navy

We rich, that's fast, I throw them racks, then go 'head, bust it, baby

Then go 'head, bust it, baby

I'm in too deep, I love to creep, I'm happy when I'm faded

I think I'm in too deep

Man, D keep beatin' down my door, I thought that was the raiders

I thought that was the raiders)

These rappers can't even fuck with me, ain't doin' no debatin'

No one can fuck with Z

If I shoot my shot, then I won't miss, bae, call me Jayson Tatum (Swish)

Yeah (Yeah)

**** talkin' my trap open, my trap ain't never closed (****)

I'm a bully in the kitchen, I keep beatin' up the 'bow (****)

He keep pullin' out two racks, I just spent that in the store (Pussy)

I can make a fifty quick, that's like five shows

Pull up in a— how the fuck I'ma drive slow? (****)

Smokin' on that— got my eyes low (On 'za)

You keep doin' all that hatin', your ass gon' die broke (Pussy ****)

Jumped in the i8 (Yoom), jumped on I-4