IKYLM

Lyrics

[Part I] [Intro] Mmm Mmm, mmm, mmm Mmm [Verse 1] Sparkin' up my joint in a place that you won't Bitch so bad that I'm with, you just don't Piss her ass off, everything she get, she want When we take off, bet we land where we want Hopped off the jet, but I'm still high I'll make a bitch bi before she say goodbye Player shit up in my genes, I designer all my jeans Used to wait outside Supreme, everything I drop supreme Had to cut Abby off with her thick ass Come to think about it, I think she fake her accent All that Botox I bought you got you toxic Savin' me as three O's, you need to stop it Shit, we cut her off too Both of y'all should get together, maybe start a group Bitch, I ain't no greedy goat, so I just write the truth I'm the trillest in the group and already got the proof I ain't reach my peak yet, I just passed you I know you love me, baby Trill hoes drive a nigga crazy I know we going crazy You fuckin' with a big player I got Key from the Chi' and Key Taylor AmTrack every day just for us to break up Told me job applications You ain't think the kid'd make it All your shit was farfetched, all I did was embrace it Got this shit out the red dirt, we locked in with Haitians Yeah, I overlapped you because you lookin' at my paces Pussy Yeah Mmm Mmm, mmm I know you love me, baby (Like you ain't know) [Part II] [Verse 2] I broke down to my knees, my brother picked me up Plus I got Camo, I got Boat, and I got Draft with us My pain runnin' deeper than an ocean Was so used to eviction notice Was so used to disappointment 'Til my dreams had started comin' Had to act like I ain't want it I mix Cuban with VVs I put lil' Reese on DSPs I'ma make sure they go platinum, give the proceeds to his seed Real niggas cried for this Real niggas died for this You don't know what I mean Real niggas cried for this Real niggas died for this You don't know what I mean [Outro] Wish I had the commas, wish I had some commas Wish I had some commas so I could give it to my mama I grew up, had no papa, fuck good karma