"I.D.F.W.N" lyrics
PCF, nigga
OE
What's your set? 1-3
Bitch, they know I'm P, you know they fiend (Ayy, Deeski, I like this one)
The beef so real, I ain't really fuckin' with none of these niggas
I ain't got time for a bitch and these niggas be gossipin', I'd rather talk to my pistol
Ran up a quarter, then gave a hundred to my daddy, no cappin', I'm Tony Official
Bought my daughter a house, she gon' be glad when she grow up and everything richer
Yeah, each one teach one, I got rich and my brodies as well
We in New York, straight ballin', I was just talkin' 'bout this shit with lil' D in the cell
Ho wasn't fakin' with me, I was broke, so she gotta stay on her knees when she 'round
Cashed out on a pink slip, here it go, copped me some acres, some spot out of town
He havin' that shit on him for real, pop out, Louis down
Need a gangster bitch, K Carbon, tryna fuck when we get done arguing
I don't know why this bitch be tripping, she can get some dick from the largest
I don't really like when a ho too curious, go through my phone, cut her off, that's period
Neon lights, plus a lil' nitro light, somethin' off Fast and the Furious
12 try to get behind, throw on the light, but I can't take 'em serious
Uncle Tom ass, he can't catch me, V8 tear straight past the precinct
This motherfucker whine just like a newborn, bitch, throw on a binky
Uh-huh, fuck nigga don't like to use his head, the Z Pap perfect for critical thinking
It's life or death, concentrate on your target, it really ain't too much blinking
All my palms been itching, this money coming, my Spidey Senses tingling
Pray I make it to Heaven, I know that God be mad I'm with my demons (I'm sorry, I'm sorry)
I'm sorry, Lord, I'm just tryna win
I can't let no nigga take me out (I can't), so sometimes we gotta load they boxes in
The beef so real, I ain't really fuckin' with none of these niggas
I ain't got time for a bitch and these niggas be gossipin', I'd rather talk to my pistol
Ran up a quarter, then gave a hundred to my daddy, no cappin', I'm Tony Official
Bought my daughter a house, she gon' be glad when she grow up and everything richer
Yeah, each one teach one, I got rich and my brodies as well
We in New York, straight ballin', I was just talkin' 'bout this shit with lil' D in the cell
Ho wasn't fakin' with me, I was broke, so she gotta stay on her knees when she 'round
Cashed out on a pink slip, here it go, copped me some acres, some spot out of town
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm geeked up
PCFOE
Yeah, free lil' J, Key, and E
Nigga
Fuck you sayin', though?
Fuck what you stamp, turtle
Them niggas on that slime time
We just rolled that bitch up
'Preciate it
That boy geeked as hell, man
I gotta make me some more hot shit
OE
What's your set? 1-3
Bitch, they know I'm P, you know they fiend (Ayy, Deeski, I like this one)
The beef so real, I ain't really fuckin' with none of these niggas
I ain't got time for a bitch and these niggas be gossipin', I'd rather talk to my pistol
Ran up a quarter, then gave a hundred to my daddy, no cappin', I'm Tony Official
Bought my daughter a house, she gon' be glad when she grow up and everything richer
Yeah, each one teach one, I got rich and my brodies as well
We in New York, straight ballin', I was just talkin' 'bout this shit with lil' D in the cell
Ho wasn't fakin' with me, I was broke, so she gotta stay on her knees when she 'round
Cashed out on a pink slip, here it go, copped me some acres, some spot out of town
He havin' that shit on him for real, pop out, Louis down
Need a gangster bitch, K Carbon, tryna fuck when we get done arguing
I don't know why this bitch be tripping, she can get some dick from the largest
I don't really like when a ho too curious, go through my phone, cut her off, that's period
Neon lights, plus a lil' nitro light, somethin' off Fast and the Furious
12 try to get behind, throw on the light, but I can't take 'em serious
Uncle Tom ass, he can't catch me, V8 tear straight past the precinct
This motherfucker whine just like a newborn, bitch, throw on a binky
Uh-huh, fuck nigga don't like to use his head, the Z Pap perfect for critical thinking
It's life or death, concentrate on your target, it really ain't too much blinking
All my palms been itching, this money coming, my Spidey Senses tingling
Pray I make it to Heaven, I know that God be mad I'm with my demons (I'm sorry, I'm sorry)
I'm sorry, Lord, I'm just tryna win
I can't let no nigga take me out (I can't), so sometimes we gotta load they boxes in
The beef so real, I ain't really fuckin' with none of these niggas
I ain't got time for a bitch and these niggas be gossipin', I'd rather talk to my pistol
Ran up a quarter, then gave a hundred to my daddy, no cappin', I'm Tony Official
Bought my daughter a house, she gon' be glad when she grow up and everything richer
Yeah, each one teach one, I got rich and my brodies as well
We in New York, straight ballin', I was just talkin' 'bout this shit with lil' D in the cell
Ho wasn't fakin' with me, I was broke, so she gotta stay on her knees when she 'round
Cashed out on a pink slip, here it go, copped me some acres, some spot out of town
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm geeked up
PCFOE
Yeah, free lil' J, Key, and E
Nigga
Fuck you sayin', though?
Fuck what you stamp, turtle
Them niggas on that slime time
We just rolled that bitch up
'Preciate it
That boy geeked as hell, man
I gotta make me some more hot shit
