IGK Pt. 2

[Intro]
Why is everything khroam?
Cash
Murdaa, c`mere
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Hold up, what, what
Everything is khroam in the future

[Verse]
Nigga I didn`t do drugs what have you done
Still slide when its cold like its [?]
You lil` rapper Jay, yeah I had a cure on
Both of y`all knew y`all my new sons
Grimeyy told me to go get some new guns
So I went to the plug got a few on
If a nigga trip I shoot of the rip, so nigga please don`t make us do one
Remember doin` drugs outta Yukon, graduate then we servin` out beans
Niggas wash if I call `em to clean, This collar dude blood cuz that nigga be skinny
Yo` bitch suckin` dick he can`t see me, will pause if that lil` bitch a demon
30 Deep nigga we don`t do teamin` Grimeyy like killed that lil` nigga I`m cheamin`
Glizzy on my lap and it`s gon` slap cuz I ain`t fightin` a person
These niggas clowns gon` move outta town It`s time to roll in the circus
Bitch I double up opp and be purchased, Yo` bitch only get dick and I purses
When we go to Neem she lookin` at Philly put that back up lil` bitch you ain`t worth it
Call a plug up like I need `em urgent, no NBA I come thru swervin`
No hollow and we come thru purgin`, killin` niggas like I`m the new prince of purgin`
Bitch don`t step on my road cuz that`s purgin`, got a bad bitch and you know she`s purgin`
This AR PE came from purgin`, Oprah she drippin` that shit came from purgin`
Ayy, still big Murdaa and I sill be swervin` no Bentley suburban I upgraded that
You pull up on me, I upgraded strap so I hit you in yo` head and hit in yo` back
Imma get money and that ain`t no cap, boy ain`t imma shoot you, I ain`t finna jag
They tryna scrap, ain`t none of that, hit `em with this Tay made them run lap
Rock with a choppa `n a drake in the back, hit that lil` boy make his lil` ass collapse
Shootin` in, I won`t play none of that he diss on the gang I said ok say that
Shootin` out the whip bitch I ain`t got the scat, and Personii said he ain`t say none of that
Is fuck the opp music don`t play none of that, he made a diss song and the whole thing was wack
He said he want beef well I been cravin` that, he think he fake smoke but there`s no stagin` that
That big Murdaa shit boy I created that, and from this moment on bitch I`m takin` it back
We ride the plug [?] definitely free, put this shit out smell like death or bury
Fired up in the church oh excuse silly me that bitch in my love I think she Billy Jean
My boys came up off [?] bean, tryna rob me you get hit with glizzys and things
All of em come with extensions and beams, I shot they mad they incriminate me
And then shot his bitch made lil` inches lean, I will sear your mommy if she was a fiend
Whatever they buy me some shoes or some jeans, but now I`m a rapper get paid to sip lean