"IDK" lyrics
Philthy Rich & SleazyWorld Go Lyrics
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Yeah, alright (Armani, this shit stuey, boy)
Yacht-Master cost a hundred, Sky-Dweller cost an eighty
She was never my bitch if she never did pay me
I was raised by a wanted man, sold a lot of cocaine
I ain't been home in days, out of town makin' plays
I ain't been home in weeks, bitch said, "You must love the streets
More than me," wood on the Drac' look like it's born a tree
You ain't got no pape', get out the field, you can't afford to beef
And this shit more than beef (Uh-huh)
Point me to a nigga who put up more shots or score more than me
Them niggas poor to me
That bitch you fell in love with, nigga, she a whore to me
I bet you niggas wish that she aborted me
Nothin' but my sons in this world mean more to me
Loyalty important to me, these niggas ain't
I'll take some shit up out my bank that these niggas can't
Bulletproof like it's a tank, belt to ass, they gettin' spanked
I done already earned my rank, but to my granny, I'm a saint
Where I'm from, you gotta catch a hat for you to be somebody
Know them niggas wanna rob me, but if you tryin', then you dyin'
I walk around my city comfy, chain cost a hundred
And I'm talkin' 'bout a piece, these paid for, not in a lease
These paid for, not in a lease, I need 'bout thirty for the feat
I paid thirty for veneers and still put diamonds on my teeth (Nigga)
Bitch, your nigga cheap, he ain't bought you shit in weeks
I went Rickys on the sneaks, these are stimulus on my feet
KCMO, Killer City, Kill Zone, Sem City
Tryna touch more mils than Meek, but I'm from Oakland, not from Philly
You can ask that nigga Skin how many bitches I done broke
'Cause if you ask me, I'ma tell you I don't know
Nigga, I been lost count, I done brought the Bent' out
Ayy, nigga, this a loft, no, this ain't no penthouse
I got lows for the high, all these boxes sent out
Million-dollar mansions, kick your baby mama out
Uh, million-dollar nigga, I'm talkin' seven figures (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm the program and you know it can't get no bigger
You know it can't get no better, I went plain jane for the weather
Main bitch hate my side bitch, but my side bitch do it better
And my side bitch head good, but my main bitch pussy better
I can't leave her 'lone, what should I tell her?
Nigga, uh
I can't leave her 'lone, what should I tell her?
Brr
Yeah, alright (Armani, this shit stuey, boy)
Yacht-Master cost a hundred, Sky-Dweller cost an eighty
She was never my bitch if she never did pay me
I was raised by a wanted man, sold a lot of cocaine
I ain't been home in days, out of town makin' plays
I ain't been home in weeks, bitch said, "You must love the streets
More than me," wood on the Drac' look like it's born a tree
You ain't got no pape', get out the field, you can't afford to beef
And this shit more than beef (Uh-huh)
Point me to a nigga who put up more shots or score more than me
Them niggas poor to me
That bitch you fell in love with, nigga, she a whore to me
I bet you niggas wish that she aborted me
Nothin' but my sons in this world mean more to me
Loyalty important to me, these niggas ain't
I'll take some shit up out my bank that these niggas can't
Bulletproof like it's a tank, belt to ass, they gettin' spanked
I done already earned my rank, but to my granny, I'm a saint
Where I'm from, you gotta catch a hat for you to be somebody
Know them niggas wanna rob me, but if you tryin', then you dyin'
I walk around my city comfy, chain cost a hundred
And I'm talkin' 'bout a piece, these paid for, not in a lease
These paid for, not in a lease, I need 'bout thirty for the feat
I paid thirty for veneers and still put diamonds on my teeth (Nigga)
Bitch, your nigga cheap, he ain't bought you shit in weeks
I went Rickys on the sneaks, these are stimulus on my feet
KCMO, Killer City, Kill Zone, Sem City
Tryna touch more mils than Meek, but I'm from Oakland, not from Philly
You can ask that nigga Skin how many bitches I done broke
'Cause if you ask me, I'ma tell you I don't know
Nigga, I been lost count, I done brought the Bent' out
Ayy, nigga, this a loft, no, this ain't no penthouse
I got lows for the high, all these boxes sent out
Million-dollar mansions, kick your baby mama out
Uh, million-dollar nigga, I'm talkin' seven figures (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm the program and you know it can't get no bigger
You know it can't get no better, I went plain jane for the weather
Main bitch hate my side bitch, but my side bitch do it better
And my side bitch head good, but my main bitch pussy better
I can't leave her 'lone, what should I tell her?
Nigga, uh
I can't leave her 'lone, what should I tell her?
Brr
