I.D.T.Y.K lyrics

[Intro]
(Ooh, You're pushing my luck a little bit too far)
(Oh yeah)
(I don't think you know, I don't think you know)

[Hook: Shawny Binladen]
(Uh, Yeah)
Sippin on wock b*tch you know I be leaning
b*tch stop playing b*tch you know I'm a demon
Head tap gang we gon' leave that boy- uh
Head tap gang we gon' leave that boy dreaming
Op got popped now I'm rolling up grieving
b*tch give me mind would have thought she was teasing
f*ck all the ops we could never be even
Boy dropped the dub that's why he ain't breathing
Oh yeah
I was the young n*gga trapping the crack rock
Me and bro dumping mags in the back blocks
Can't fold gang, no laptop
On a op block new lamp chop
So much Glocks got a n*gga head hot
Had that n*gga up but his man popped
Gavе her a perc then I madе her pants drop

[Verse 2: Big Gltaow]
(Graow uh, big Graow, Uh, graow, uh)
(Big Graow, uh)
Boy was a op now the boy in the air
Diamonds they bling my VVs they clear
Grinching so hard they say it ain't fair
Shop in Amiri's and I get every pair
My gun go graow it sound like a bear
Free the whole gang locked down on a tear
My miri's got rips and it came with a tear
Keep me a graow and I throw up my gang-
(Uh Graow, Big graow)
Brand new graow and it came with a (uh)-
Brand new graow and it came with a fifty
Lil bro shoot when he carry the stitchy
Grinch in the trap this road gets risky
Pass me the wock, I don't want me no whiskey
Back out the graow then you run like Ricky
(Graow uh, Big Graow)
[Verse 3: Big Yaya]
(Ya-ya-ya)
Lil bro got the G, shoot movies like 50
Why they call you the Grinch? I'll climb down your chimney
I'm tryna turn a beamer to a Bentley
That's a baby 40 hold it gently
Bro running state to state up in a renty
Take it right off the spot everyday if they let me
If I ain't bond out they would have kept me
Music got them talking about me like they met me
All up in the field, feel like Messi
Word to mom, turned a op block still left it messy
If you ain't dropping mata don't text me
Got a doorman call him Jeffrey
On court with a tec and there ain't no referee
I'm stepping even though my yellows gon' step for me
My first real grinchinista was Stephanie
I told that kid and your moms I got a vasectomy
Gotta buy a drink or a feature just to get next to me
It's crazy how a crack fiend used to lecture me
I'll be on the chicken-like sesame
Just pull a b*tch why you texting me
Call the trap phone don't message me
(Brr, Brr)

[Hook: Shawny Binladen]
Oh yeah
Sippin on wock b*tch you know I be leaning
b*tch stop playing b*tch you know I'm a demon
Head tap gang we gon' leave that boy- uh
Head tap gang we gon' leave that boy dreaming
Op got popped now I'm rolling up grieving
b*tch give me mind would have thought she was teasing
f*ck all the ops we could never be even
Boy dropped the dub that's why he ain't breathing
Oh yeah
I was the young n*gga trapping the crack rock
Me and bro dumping mags in the back blocks
Can't fold gang, no laptop
On a op block new lamp chop
So much Glocks got a n*gga head hot
Had that n*gga up but his man popped
Gave her a perc then I made her pants drop