IAMS REMIX

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Zchronik] I got money on my think Do you heard me when I made it Focused on me on my digits because if not, I would have killed them Heard them hatin' from the distance, they ended up in hole How you figured you would shit on me from choosing on their snitches [Verse 2: Ruben Slikk] Bitch, get your mind right I got all the pills Bitch, get your mind right, I got zapper here Water all get done. Bitch, get some money too I got bitches, I got hoes, I got prostitute Here bitch a dog food, I ain't talking dog food I ain't giving an eyе on unless you're talking dog food IAMS, IAMS, bitch I got that IAMS Got that fucking needles on your еyes you should try it Baby want to get the LSD, so she buy it For the fucking 10 or 15, to them buyers Maybe for the dub, if I'm going out of town with All these fucking [?] in the bibles [Verse 3: Zchronik] IAMS, IAMS, bitch you lyin' Oxycodone, Delaunes, i supplie 'em Got a Billie in my rig, my [?] Find a van, hit the shit, now I'm flyin' Come bread, crack in chicken mothafucka That's Zchronik and he never use a rubber Don't trust no hoe they all undercover Fuck a fat bitch and grab all my flubber Got that itch, new scripts, where all the fiends wanna cop Slamin' that H-Mob aim so they skin pop Neos on deck I keep the best commit The good chain vagina I'm with fishmix cashin' chicks [Verse 4: Wavy Jone$] Two blunts on my lips [?] for the sixs Free Slick, goth bitch on my dick Sniffin' coke, like a vac, give me suck shit Airplane mode on my phone when we fucking Your bitch, call me Jesus, your bitch call me Satan, your bitch want to worship my dick like a pagan I know why they hate, and I'm icy, I'm pricey Young rap hip, four stars, want to wipe me Dream slob like a dog, tell us sit Fuck a job, fuck your boss, fuck your clique Hoe, please, little Xen with the shits I'm a fiend, codeine, when I piss