I.D.T.Y.K

[Intro]
(Ooh, You're pushing my luck a little bit too far)
(Oh yeah)
(I don't think you know, I don't think you know)

[Hook: Shawny Binladen]
(Uh, Yeah)
Sippin on wock bitch you know I be leaning
Bitch stop playing bitch you know I'm a demon
Head tap gang we gon' leave that boy- uh
Head tap gang we gon' leave that boy dreaming
Op got popped now I'm rolling up grieving
Bitch give me mind would have thought she was teasing
Fuck all the ops we could never be even
Boy dropped the dub that's why he ain't breathing
Oh yeah
I was the young nigga trapping the crack rock
Me and bro dumping mags in the back blocks
Can't fold gang, no laptop
On a op block new lamp chop
So much Glocks got a nigga head hot
Had that nigga up but his man popped
Gavе her a perc then I madе her pants drop

[Verse 2: Big Gltaow]
(Graow uh, big Graow, Uh, graow, uh)
(Big Graow, uh)
Boy was a op now the boy in the air
Diamonds they bling my VVs they clear
Grinching so hard they say it ain't fair
Shop in Amiri's and I get every pair
My gun go graow it sound like a bear
Free the whole gang locked down on a tear
My miri's got rips and it came with a tear
Keep me a graow and I throw up my gang-
(Uh Graow, Big graow)
Brand new graow and it came with a (uh)-
Brand new graow and it came with a fifty
Lil bro shoot when he carry the stitchy
Grinch in the trap this road gets risky
Pass me the wock, I don't want me no whiskey
Back out the graow then you run like Ricky
(Graow uh, Big Graow)

[Verse 3: Big Yaya]
(Ya-ya-ya)
Lil bro got the G, shoot movies like 50
Why they call you the Grinch? I'll climb down your chimney
I'm tryna turn a beamer to a Bentley
That's a baby 40 hold it gently
Bro running state to state up in a renty
Take it right off the spot everyday if they let me
If I ain't bond out they would have kept me
Music got them talking about me like they met me
All up in the field, feel like Messi
Word to mom, turned a op block still left it messy
If you ain't dropping mata don't text me
Got a doorman call him Jeffrey
On court with a tec and there ain't no referee
I'm stepping even though my yellows gon' step for me
My first real grinchinista was Stephanie
I told that kid and your moms I got a vasectomy
Gotta buy a drink or a feature just to get next to me
It's crazy how a crack fiend used to lecture me
I'll be on the chicken-like sesame
Just pull a bitch why you texting me
Call the trap phone don't message me
(Brr, Brr)

[Hook: Shawny Binladen]
Oh yeah
Sippin on wock bitch you know I be leaning
Bitch stop playing bitch you know I'm a demon
Head tap gang we gon' leave that boy- uh
Head tap gang we gon' leave that boy dreaming
Op got popped now I'm rolling up grieving
Bitch give me mind would have thought she was teasing
Fuck all the ops we could never be even
Boy dropped the dub that's why he ain't breathing
Oh yeah
I was the young nigga trapping the crack rock
Me and bro dumping mags in the back blocks
Can't fold gang, no laptop
On a op block new lamp chop
So much Glocks got a nigga head hot
Had that nigga up but his man popped
Gave her a perc then I made her pants drop