I C U lyrics

by

Yo Gotti


[Chorus:]
I C U n*ggas faking, you ain’t really got it
I C U n*ggas faking, you don’t really want it
I C U n*ggas faking, that sh*t ain’t a hundred
I C U n*ggas faking, I C U n*ggas faking
I C U n*ggas faking, I C U n*ggas
I C U n*ggas faking, I C U n*ggas faking
I C U n*ggas faking, I C U n*ggas
I C U n*ggas, I C U n*gga

[Verse 1:]
Salute me or just shoot me, you know how am rocking
Sell, go rob, n*gga I ain’t have an option
Everybody acting killer, ain’t nobody is dropping
You can tell a real shooter, when they pistol popping
Your girl a easy f*ck, I ain’t take her shopping
She say you don’t f*ck her right, I got that pus*y running
What’s a AP and am rolling, for that sh*t ain’t nothing
I’m in Europe, I’m in Asia, f*cking Bali
I follow Reggae like a head of money calling
Say he want to F a brick in a back of dolphin
Say your trap house booming, dem am gooms lurkey
For the bread, I C U and two surgeons

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
He said he ain’t f*cking with that white boy, Matt Ryan
He go get rich, or go get fat trying
You don’t live that lifestyle, boy you just ripening
OG just got eighteen years and he’s still triping
Bunch of acting ass n*ggas, you deserve a Oscar
Pull up on your F-er skirt, bow wacka flocka
They don’t know how it really feel to bust a choppa
Or go to war and come back home without your partner
Blood, what the f*ck you do? Range on the south side
Get these like a f*cking zoo
Play my young, n*ggas,not the fight, just a f*cking show
I ain’t got to lift a finger, send my new recruit

[Chorus]

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