#2KC1

[Verse 1: Ferais]
Fuck bambalis he is a bitch
I'mma put a fucking body in a ditch
Why yo hoe tryna be in my flick
I be outside tryna buy a new fit

[Verse 2: bangie]
Acting like you ass, but you really not
Yeah, you tryna shine but you know you cannot
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, You can not
Acting like you know me but you, No, you really don't
Always on my dick like something, what you want
Always on some shit like, Bro, you got it
Bitch I stole yo gun, You don't even know I had it

[Verse 3: Ferais]
Why you tryna be Iris? (Don't be a poser)
I said why you tryna be Iris, you not gon' get in
And you know yo music ass, That shit need to go in the bin
And that lil nigga keep talking he gon' get kicked in his chin

[Verse 4: Ryuin]
Why that lil boy a poser
Yeah that lil boy like to pose, we shoot it to his throat
Bitch we dubbin 44's
It ain't coming to a close
That boy dead need a rose
Yeah you know we do the most
Posted with iris, yo hoе look at my wrist
Yo hoe want the sclera, shе finna start piping
You finna get turfed up, choppa got you blinded
Hey just like Stevie Wonder except that she want my kids

[Verse 5: i9orexic]
I just took a pill I'm feeling right now
I just took a pill I'm feelin fine now
Baby turn the lights off I'm about 2 cry now
If you think that I'm fine bitch u about to find out
Gucci belt on the table
Gucci belt on the table
Gucci belt on the table
Mountain life's lookin like a fable
If u think that I'm fine (9)

[Verse 6: 1brndn]
Yeah aye, Told myself that i'mma die
Might not cough a lot but I swear to god ill cry
Yeah only came in for the bag I swear to god it's mine
Yeah I came in for the 8 bar but I swear that's like no time
Aye, shoutout Fash he ain't rlly twin but man that's gang
Yeah I pull up with the Iris club, I swear to god he lame
Yeah I swear to god he ain't coming back
Yeah I swear to god he ain't coming back I swear to god it's over

[Verse 7: Pleascript]
She's a bad bitch, she's a poser
And I hate being so damn sober
Why you tryna switch on Iris
That nigga got a virus
He wanna pull up with a cyrus
Shoot him, take his kyrie's
Shut the fucking door nuts
Niggas don't got bonus
You a fucking kid bitch
Nigga got a hair twist
Hit him up like Ben 10
He look like my nigga rem
Going fast with a scat pack
Casino flapjack

[Verse 8: Kortxx]
I'mma play a hoe like blackjack
Ten toes down in this shit, I'm a [?]
[?] with this shit, in a [?]
AK, hit him in the wrist, now he can't talk
Why you always hating on my, like me (Yeah, like this)
Why am I playing with my options
I been going [?], we with Iris

[Verse 9: 7kathedral]
With iris chillin with the gang
Run up the bands and stay in yo lane
Yeah I wanna fuck but I don't wanna stay
Yeah I'm high as fuck, I can't feel a thing
You say that u love me, I don't feel the same
All you Barbie dolls all u bitches fake
Yeah all the attention that's what you crave
I'mma lace ya shit i'ma put it in ya cake
Then give it to u on your birthday
All for you (Yeah)
I'll ignore you
If I want I could buy you
Just do what I do
Just do what I do
Just do what I do
Just do what I do