Untitled 5-29 (feat. Kiing shug)

You tryna battle me in hell, but I see you in a cell Hell in a cell, might just bring the bell out talk that shit get sailed, I'll get sold Out for your team Talk that shit, that's your dream But we the fuckin' dream team I.D., I.D., my team, my team Talk that shit, don't try me found that bitch on Ebay Got that bitch on Leeway had sex with her on replay In my mind, talk that shit all the time my rhymes getting ferocious These bitches, they toasted, they toasted up f*ck that bitch, I'm boasted up Talk that shit, you know what's up f*ck that bitch, you know what's up Got that bitch like, what's up? F*ck that bitch in a Bentley trunk Black tent, black rent Used to struggle for some rent Talk that shit like, who invented me? Goddamn, IZG Rappin', spazzin', like a flea Like bro said, we ain't smokin' no weed Like bro said, I'ma knock it like creed I cant even lie, yeah, she ate my seed I cant even lie yeah, I'm smokin' hella weed Yeah, y'all already know that I'm ridin' in the coupe Me and my niggas, you ready to shoot you mess with me, you already know what I'ma do Yeah, I'ma knock them out as clues I can name a lot, my favorite color blue Yeah, you know that's cap Already know that I'm always seein' red Yeah, and you know that's a fact Smoke weed in the hatchback Me and my niggas, no cap back I can name a lot, me and my niggas We be ridin' in the hatchback you cannot have your bitch back No cap, I don't even know what to say me and my niggas don't play, yeah Well, we'll we'll we'll me and my niggas go hard me and my niggas don't starve I don't even know what to say me and my niggas go hard Yeah, we tryna reach the stars The moon yeah Yeah, the moon, the stars Look, look, yeah, I'm dyin', excited I'm punchin' like lightning I'm hittin' like thunder These bitches a blunder John Cena, no peacemaker I might make her pop off at the top Like the fuckin' undertaker Try me, yeah, try me you dyin', you dyin No lyin', no lyin' yo mama is cryin You sayin' you want it you want the smoke to pop off You want the smoke to pop off you want the smoke so pop off You want it, drop it Talk that shit to stop it I see you in my fuckin' third eye Oh God, oh why I see why you try to leave But you can't leave We in this forever Locked in, I.D., I.D My team, why me Why me, why me That's what she says Oh why, oh why I try, I try I'll die before I try Yeah, try again Talk that shit, yeah Your fuckin' friend can't get it in the fuckin' end Might pop off with your fuckin' twin Might hit that shit a fuckin' year Might pop off with my fuckin' bros f*ck that bitch, yeah, f*ck these hoes F*ck that bitch, yeah, f*ck these hoes f*ck that bitch, yeah, f*ck these hoes F*ck that bitch, yeah Don't you see, I see, I feel you I.D. is my team, I see it with the browns F*ck that bitch, I get it by the pound I get it by the back load Gettin' off my own load Talkin' that shit, I know But you want my fuckin' flow Yeah, yeah But you just want my fuckin' flow