IDL

Never on her forty inches, hey, that’s on my ass
And I can’t never love no nigga the way I love my cash
I’m whippin' foreign engineers, two hundred on the dash
It ain’t no Braves, twenty-five grade, I’m always on the gas
I’m Gucci, they ain’t even Roger Davis paid, I know they hate it
Can’t fuck with 12, they try to pull me over, you know I’m skatin'
Been wakin' up, I’m in the Hills, I’m shinin', really made it
I get you up on the first night, ain’t no bitch I’m datin' (Ain't no bitch I’m
datin')
Bitches ain’t no more shit, don’t need to lace my wrist
, bitch, my pockets thick
Young nigga, he ain’t shit, he feed you dick and lies (He feed you dick and
lies)
He be eatin', his homeboy be his alibi
I love things about him, but I don’t love him (I don’t love him)
And nigga ain’t tryna spend that paycheck on me, then it’s fuck him
I get what I get out of him, then I duck him (Then I duck him)
He go out sad, he spend that bag, I still ain’t fuck him
Uh, woah, I love things about her, but I don’t love her (No)
She fuckin' with the opps, I swear it make it hard to trust her (Woah)
I get what I get out of her, I think she love me (She love me)
Please don’t get attached, lil' bitch, you know we only fuckin' (Fuckin')
Don’t like too much about her but the way she fuck me (But the way she fuck me)
The ho like fightin' and fussin', so I’m sneakin' with her cousin (Been fuckin'
on her cousin)
My lil' sneaky link, she let me fuck without a rubber (She quick to let me bust
it)
Gangster and she gutter, when we slide, she tote the cutter (Know she got the
cutter, uh, uh)
My lil' shiesty bitch gave a move on her brother (Oh)
She say he a sucker and put that on they mother (Oh)
Chopper in my duffle, know I ain’t got time to scuffle (No)
Off-White on my buckle, beige color look like butter (Look like butter)
Diamonds in like bubbles, yellow gold look like mustard (Just like mustard)
I like the way she movin', shake that ass, but I can’t cuff her (Know that I
can’t cuff her)
I do it like no other, I keep all my hoes on shuffle (Yah)
Ain’t nobody
the line, I think I’m startin' to love her (Man, I think I love her)
I love things about him (Damn), but I don’t want him (Nah)
And nigga ain’t tryna spend that paycheck on me, then it’s fuck him
I get what I get out of him, then I duck him (I duck him)
He go out sad, he spend that bag (Uh), I still ain’t fuck him (I stil ain’t
fuck him)
Uh, woah, I love things about her, but I don’t love her (No)
She fuckin' with the opps, I swear it make it hard to trust her (Know that I
can’t trust her)
I get what I get out of her (Woah), I think she love me (She love me)
Please don’t get attached, lil' bitch, you know we only fuckin' (Know we only
fuckin')