I.D.E.C.

[Hook]
I do what the hell I want
I don't even care
Fuck a doubter kill em all
I don't even care
If it ain't about the love
I don't even care
Dressing fresher with no effort
I don't even care (x2)

[Verse 1]
Baby drive a nigga crazy
I don't even steer
Smash on it like the pedal
I Whisper in the ear
Rear end it from the rear
She telling all her peers
Foxy brown & she damn near
Looking like Pam Grier
Make room for a full house
Rolling deep when we pull out
Murder everything that come in route
Thats a lot of fucking morgues out
Niggas know that it's a War out
Wet a nigga bullets pour down
If I really like then you see me in it
Looking like I bought the fucking store out
This a hit grab a chin strap
A Slick nigga bitch I been that
I Pull it out & tell her lick that
Then I bounce out, I don't hit back
We are not the same you a mismatch
I hear a beat I go pitch black
Orioles cap & the kicks match
Hit the weed hard feel that impact

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[Verse 2]
Guess who over at the crib
You don't even know she here
Same bitch that I seen you with
Homie laying in my gear
Baby call a nigga baby
You don't see me in a bib
You know the rest, long story short
I just beat it til it bled
Mask up with them trigs
Load them up & to the biz
Wear a wig when I split a wig
Man It wasn't me I wasn't there
I be thinking on another level
I don't think my head got lid
I be all about that money shit
& that shit be all about my kid
Lil daddy got the flavor
& it's all up in my nature
Rolling something up natural
Beam up scotty, that's a laser
I ain't never felt greater
In a room getting the cabeza
They only hate it when you making money
Cause they ain't fucking Money maker

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