IDB Lyrics by 42 Dugg
I done been shot past niggas
(You’re tellin’ me you built a time machine?)
(I just appreciate you so much, Allen)
Yeah
I done been shot past niggas
A quarter M on Nellies, my *** bags different
Give a *** about a lame, I’m the last ***
I done been had Ms
How the *** all the hatin’ come from friends?
She a eight at best, ***, not a ten
Still Mr. *** a *** Friend, Mr. Buss a Band
Mr. Pour the Trish Out, I only want the red
Free my *** Tez, my Uncle Nell
Free my *** Ric’, still ain’t never bought a Jeep
Holla if you lost a ***, I still ain’t never left the East
I’ma road runnin’, send more hundreds
They say they need raw, ***, we got more comin’
I’m the *** man still, blow, Perc, and pills
Hard for Drew to beat it, say they caught him on film
I’m a Louis Timb ***, Saint Michael’s brim ***
Ask around, they gon’ tell you that we lil’ niggas
Ask again, they gon’ tell you that we *** niggas
Hard for me to feel niggas, I seen statements
Hard for me to chill when I’m used to goin’ crazy
I done been shot past niggas
A quarter M on Nellies, my *** bags different
Give a *** about a lame, I’m the last ***
I done been had Ms
How the *** all the hatin’ come from friends?
She a eight at best, ***, not a ten
Still Mr. *** a *** Friend, Mr. Buss a Band
Mr. Pour the Trish Out, I only want the red
Heard they just popped a *** dead (*** him)
All in the dirt (***)
Every time they diss, we make ’em buy another shirt
I be ballin’ on the twelfth same way I do the first
*** merch
I’ll never vouch for a *** I ain’t serve with
Ain’t the one to ask if I done heard, boy, I ain’t heard ***
I just bought a Cully, not to drive, just to swerve with
Next time a *** shoot at mine, ***, we purgin’
I know you niggas nervous
My side *** be curvin’
I’ll never vouch for a *** I ain’t serve with
Ain’t the type to ask if I done heard, boy, I ain’t heard ***
I just bought a Cully, not to drive, just to swerve with
I know you niggas heard me
I done been shot past niggas
A quarter M on Nellies, my *** bags different
Give a *** about a lame, I’m the last ***
I done been had Ms
How the *** all the hatin’ come from friends?
She a eight at best, ***, not a ten
Still Mr. *** a *** Friend, Mr. Buss a Band
Mr. Pour the Trish Out, I only want the red
