IAMS REMIX lyrics

[Verse 1: Zchronik]
I got money on my think
Do you heard me when I made it
Focused on me on my digits because if not, I would have killed them
Heard them hatin' from the distance, they ended up in hole
How you figured you would sh*t on me from choosing on their snitches

[Verse 2: Ruben Slikk]
b*tch, get your mind right
I got all the pills
b*tch, get your mind right, I got zapper here
Water all get done. b*tch, get some money too
I got b*tches, I got hoes, I got prostitute
Here b*tch a dog food, I ain't talking dog food
I ain't giving an eyе on unless you're talking dog food
IAMS, IAMS, b*tch I got that IAMS
Got that f*cking needles on your еyes you should try it
Baby want to get the LSD, so she buy it
For the f*cking 10 or 15, to them buyers
Maybe for the dub, if I'm going out of town with
All these f*cking [?] in the bibles

[Verse 3: Zchronik]
IAMS, IAMS, b*tch you lyin'
Oxycodone, Delaunes, i supplie 'em
Got a Billie in my rig, my [?]
Find a van, hit the sh*t, now I'm flyin'
Come bread, crack [?] mothaf*cka
That's Zchronik and he never use a rubber
Don't trust no hoe they all undercover
f*ck a fat b*tch and grab all my flubber
Got that itch, new scripts, where all the fiends wanna cop
Slamin' that H-Mob aim so they skin pop
Neos on deck I keep the best commit
The good chain vagina I'm with [?] cashin' chicks
[Verse 4: Wavy Jone$]
Two blunts on my lips
[?] for the sixs
Free Slick, goth b*tch on my di*k
Sniffin' coke, like a vac, give me suck sh*t
Airplane mode on my phone when we f*cking
Your b*tch, call me Jesus, your b*tch call me Satan, your b*tch want to worship my di*k like a pagan
I know why they hate, and I'm icy, I'm pricey
Young rap hip, four stars, want to wipe me
Dream slob like a dog, tell us sit
f*ck a job, f*ck your boss, f*ck your clique
Hoe, please, little Xen with the sh*ts
I'm a fiend, codeine, when I p*ss