I.Y.K.Y.K

Ayo, R.A.N., turn that up You say you love me, you say you trust me, so why you wanna leave me Why you ain't feed me Like every time you go now, come back like a frisbee Got a whole lot of money, got a whole lot of mulla Got a whole lot of shottas, got a whole lot of shooters We ain't boxin' like shulers Bro, day, night, fall, get da shooting , like, how you wanna do it I'm gettin' money now, b***h, I'm improving Remember way back, I was addicted on lean Addicted to perks had that s**t in my spleen Now I wake up, I got racks in my jeans Drivin' these foreigns, give a f**k about the speed Lay in the bed, give a f**k about the cheese Already got a f**k up some bread Heard that the opps put a bag on my head No, I don't wanna go yet Stay in the trenches, why the f**k do I be in the trenches Ask myself every day, I don't know Know they gon' kill me, I know my P.O she gon' wheel me, but f**k , gotta stay with that pole I'ma get money on God I'ma stay rich on God I'ma keep steppin' on God In the club, Gotta go hard Lil' bro sippin' on alcohol Pray to Lord, free my dog Free lil' hope , you beat that charge I'ma do me and my, my business N***a try diss, me then ima start drillin Still gotta pray to the Lord, even though we sinnin I can't cuff no broad, these hoes be trippin Why you wanna leave me Why you ain't feed me Like, every time you go now come back like a frisbee Got a whole lotta money Got a whole lotta mulla Got a whole lotta shottas Got a whole lotta shooters We ain't boxin' like shulers Broad day, night, fall, get da shooting Like, how you wanna do it I'm gettin' money now, b***h, I'ma proving Remember way back, I was addicted to lean Addicted to perks had that shit in my spleen Now I wake up, I got racks in my jeans Drivin' these foreigns, give a f**k about the speed And you know If you know, then you know Let it go, let it blow Yeah, I know, yeah, I know Yea yea