IDRC

[Verse 1]
Kept lowkey, get swept when I want to
Punches spree get met with that one-two
Fold that dough and flip tricks like kung-fu
Fuck with me I don't care what he want do
Trust the team don’t Flee from the funds
Get freed from the numbeness
Lead me to something
Don't need the assumptions
Keep it a G we dreaming for love
I seep in the sun
While calling back to colder times
I'm poised from pain
I’m pacing with this broken mind
Moses how I broke the tide, Huh
Stick gon leave a hole inside, Ya
She on me I see Godiva
Sweet, It be on pumpkin pie, Uh
Seen on TV screen like iTouch
Life's a B I'm deeming I cuff it, Nah
[Chorus]
Nah I don't really care what he on
Big Drip with big hits tickin like timebomb
New chick we switch fits something like I want
We walk in snakeskin its hissin like Pythons
Small talk with tricks she strippin to my songs
With confidence which you picture in icons
Best call it quits when you dissin while I flaunt
This profit thick yall Bitch we pile on
[Verse 2]
Upper echelon when I spit drop feats on a fit
New styles keep em equipped for the low tier
Muhfuckas really wanna be like Drip
Nah they could never be like Drip
Nah nah too calm I'm seaside sick
Fight mode I'm ice cold go peep my wrist
Slight foes a typo don't seek violence
5-0 a slideshow go see my wins
I was down bad for a minute took a trip to LA
Now I'm feeling all better
I don’t talk on no Net
Let the Net worth talk
Woulda thought most of you on the line
Dweebs know better
Imma go getter
My soul hoping to grow in a mental war mental ward
Way its trapping me in
It’s been a resort to groove through the music
And tunes taking the course
Seeing dools who is faking the sport
Before games I was shaking the court
The court Dames who would shake in decor
The corps same as the day it was born
My core dangerous I'm breaking the score
My cords tangled
Tryna find a way in the game at a forced angle
Tryna go up then up in love with it
Something like a crush I blush when done with it
Content my drug too pumped to conceal it
I’m blessed too much you punks could not feel it
[Chorus]
Nah I don't really care what he on
Big Drip with big hits tickin like timebomb
New chick we switch fits something like I want
We walk in snakeskin its hissin like Pythons
Small talk with tricks she strippin to my songs
With confidence which you picture in icons
Best call it quits when you dissin while I flaunt
This profit thick yall Bitch we pile on
Nah I don't really care what he o----