JESUS-PIECE

[Chorus: IOD]
(Woah!)
14 karats on the Jesus Piece
I just whipped around and shot him again cause I didn't know if he was deceased
Spent 10 racks all down at Neimans, wwalk into Louis, spend like 13 Gs
Accountant call me up like, "does your whole gang really need those jeans?"
Bitch the answer is yeah
We sayin' tickets, but we not talkin' bout a muhfuckin' bus
That bitch give me head, wake me up
Skeleton AP watch cost a ton
Semi-auto guns, and the fully-auto guns
See me walk down, boy you better get to runnin'
Walk in Icebox, spend a hundred just for fun
Hundred grand too, double Os for the broke ones
Money counter, cause my fingers got too tired countin' ones

[Verse 1: IOD]
Huh, yeah, swervin' a big body Lamb', swervin' a Wraith, yeah
Know that my old friends wonder where I am, I been gettin' paid
I got real jewels up on my neck, huh, these bitches ain't fake, yeah
Uh, all of these haters talkin' shit but they got nothin' in the bank
Uh, look at my muhfuckin' rank, bitch, look at my muhfuckin' rank
Huh, yeah, smoke on the J while I count up the cake, yeah, I been gettin' baked
Your diamonds is pussy shit with the puddles, mine got a whole ass lake
Your choppa is pussy shit with the rubbers, mine got a whole ass shank
Walk into a Louis down in Europe and the walls got my face
Famous down there, that's crazy
Live in Canada but I fly down to LA
Just to make a bag there then I fly home to link with the gang
Only time I laughed about my wealth is when a bitch grabbed an umbrella, said, "yo' diamonds raining"
She was funny as shit, wit' a fat ass, nice tits, but I got bored so I left the next day
Whip it, whip it, whip it, and go
Know it's IOD when you hear my flows
I had to learn how to balance highs and lows
Now the balance high, not low
Bitches wanna fuck cause I got all these bands ho
Makin' music for the fun and the jokes
Makin' music, make a band, make some more
Cashin' out, what the fuck I'll pay for?

[Chorus: IOD]
(Woah!)
14 karats on the Jesus Piece
I just whipped around and shot him again cause I didn't know if he was deceased
Spent 10 racks all down at Neimans, wwalk into Louis, spend like 13 Gs
Accountant call me up like, "does your whole gang really need those jeans?"
Bitch the answer is yeah
We sayin' tickets, but we not talkin' bout a muhfuckin' bus
That bitch give me head, wake me up
Skeleton AP watch cost a ton
Semi-auto guns, and the fully-auto guns
See me walk down, boy you better get to runnin'
Walk in Icebox, spend a hundred just for fun
Hundred grand too, double Os for the broke ones
Money counter, cause my fingers got too tired countin' ones

[Verse 2: 1CEY]
Keep me a Glock, do not fuck with us
Trxple7 bitch, we count up funds
Swervin' a Benz off the lot
You got lil' money, you countin' up ones
But I count up honeybuns
We pull up with them guns
And each got 100 shots
Up 'em and now you're gone
People so fake, don't know who to trust
Swervin' a Lamb' truck it look like a bus
Fuck around, you get turned into dust
Pussy boy, you can't do it like us
We just stay runnin' it up
Big dog, bitch, you is a pup
All of these racks weigh a ton
Stack it up, we never done
Choppa send him up, that's a Jesus meet 'n greet
And IOD went spent 100k on a Jesus piece
All black True fit, hell nah, you not seein' me
And this Hellcat too fast so you ain't leavin' me

[Bridge: 1CEY, Both]
Hold up, bitch, I don't need a beat
Trxple7, we stack green on green
Pussy boy, you don't want beef with me
We gon' send you up, yeah where fuckin' Jesus be

[Chorus: IOD]
(Woah!)
14 karats on the Jesus Piece
I just whipped around and shot him again cause I didn't know if he was deceased
Spent 10 racks all down at Neimans, wwalk into Louis, spend like 13 Gs
Accountant call me up like, "does your whole gang really need those jeans?"
Bitch the answer is yeah
We sayin' tickets, but we not talkin' bout a muhfuckin' bus
That bitch give me head, wake me up
Skeleton AP watch cost a ton
Semi-auto guns, and the fully-auto guns
See me walk down, boy you better get to runnin'
Walk in Icebox, spend a hundred just for fun
Hundred grand too, double Os for the broke ones
Money counter, cause my fingers got too tired countin' ones