I.G.F.Y.B (feat. GritGang Leezy)
Felony 1
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I'm a ride until the wheels fall, for my real dogs, I'm a rob, steal and kill for 'em For my lil dogs, I'm a rep until the Hill fall And show em life, cause this life we live is real raw I drop the top on the foreign then I peel off Shorty gone kick your heels off, these buttercream leather seats is real soft I got a loft with just a bed in it Big safe, lot of bread in it Tryna duck a fed sentence One of a kind, yeah I'm bred different Summertime, I hit the slopes in Lake Tahoe sled whippin The money comin' like a porn star You buy a bitch a BBL, I wouldn't buy that bitch a corn dog It's drastic measures when the drought hit Niggas snitch, and now the dicks is on some raid a nigga house shit Movin' reckless will get you ousted On Thanksgiving, I slide through, have every member in your house hit From the dinner table to the couches The dog barkin', my llama sparkin' You should've kept your mouth zip I've been through hell, but still I shine with no jewels I let the chopper ring like a school bell, nigga You can't f*ck with me I'm ridin' on candy Smokin' on something good I don't want your bitch I don't need them problems I just wanna get this dough But if she keep on starin' at me I'm gonna f*ck your bitch I'm gonna f*ck your bitch She chose up on a play, I don't care I'ma f*ck your bitch Whoa, whoa, whoa I'm gonna give her this dick She chose up on a play, I don't care Whatever you wanna call it, just know I'm bout cheddar Ain't worried bout your bitch, cause mine's do it better She on me like a sweater, you should've knew better Money make her come, it don't matter the weather Softer than a feather, quit thinkin' what you dick We only communicate cause she addicted to heather Ridin' on candy, her nigga can't stand me Sound like machine guns, he turned into Stanley You ain't her main option, nigga, you just a plan B Don't be mad at me cause I caught her at Mr. Pantry I don't want your bitch, nigga, to keep it G with ya Tender as f*ck, I wouldn't speak to ya The way you play her ain't player, you past sweet Cadillac type bitch like to f*ck in the backseat Ballin' like athletes, she ain't ate in the past week Gave it to her how she like it instead of on her ass cheeks What you know nigga, you can't f*ck with me I'm ridin' on candy, smokin' on something good I don't want your bitch, I don't need them problems I just wanna get this dough, but if she keep on staring at me I'm gonna f*ck your bitch I'm gonna f*ck your bitch She chose up on a player, I don't care, I'ma f*ck your bitch Whoa, I'm gonna give her this dick She chose up on a player, I don't care
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