ig reels lyrics

[Verse 1: ivvys]
I ain't duckin' no sh*t but the law
n*ggas [?], hatin' on that fire
You ain't never been on sh*t at all
This ho wanna [?]
I'm set, we set, 'cause I made that
n*ggas buns, [?]
How I do it for no reason? Why she say nothin'
I can't f*ck with my sons, I'ma carry that
Talkin' bad on the one, why she say that?
n*gga, I'll never ball [?]
It was hundred to one, I'ma ace it
Now I'm sendin' [?] out the Maybach
Free throws, I ain't made sh*t
You was on [?], finna break that
You ain't handsome [?], n*gga, shake back
You was broke as the hell at the Shake Shack

[Verse 2: yrsci]
He played Rich Amiri on the aux (Swamp Izzo), so I kicked him out of the car (Swamp Izzo)
n*gga tried to talk on the gang, so I shot him with a gold SCAR (Schyeah)
Do you remember when 540 got stomped on by goodguydar? (Schyeah)
Good times, shoutout goodguydar (Say what?), yeah
​zatru is the best producer in the underground (Best producer)
And I think 2slimey should be way more up than he is now
Everyone in #stepTeam clones Tdf, I think lil' frus deserves his credit
Every n*gga in #stepTeam uses lil' frus sound effects, shoutout lil' frus
[Verse 3: froe]
Yo-you ain't ever seen no bread
Y-y-you ain't ever seen no bread
You ain't never flip these packs and put your thumb in the crack, n*gga, oh yeah
n*gga, you know where I'm at
Blatt, n*gga, you know where I'm at like, blatt, blatt (What?)
I'm still stuck in the trap
I'm-I'm still stuck in the trap, can't get up off they back
I do not copy you, b*tch, you [?]
I still wanna— (Yeah)
Yeah, still want you in my bed
Are you-are you a coco or a sl*t?
3.5 usually right in my hand
Codeine sippin', I'm dead
Co-codeine sippin' oh, yeah
Co-codeine sippin' oh, yeah

[Verse 4: rachyl]
f*ckin' on your ho then I go
I could give a f*ck about a lil' pus*y as ho
n*gga talk down on the low, I'ma call up h4, that n*gga finna blow
b*tch, feel like Bloody Ocho
n*gga talk down on the gang, n*gga, no show
We got sticks in this b*tch, yeah, yeah, finna go
n*gga, lay down, swear to god, body f*ckin' cold, yeah
Yeah, yeah, b*tch, I'm on the f*ckin' game, n*ggas know where I hang
Pull up on a b*tch, yeah, finna bang (Swamp Izzo)
Feel like Chief Keef, every day 300, gang
And them UK n*ggas f*ckin' lame
Called up your b*tch and she finna sing
On the di*k, yeah, you know where she be
n*gga talk down, you finna see
Nig—
[Verse 5: sidia]
Blatt, t-told 'em run that back
On the phone with your ho, she addicted like crack
In the stu', they like, "Jordan, how you do it like that?"
Hit Saks, walk out, then my jeans all stacked
All facts, lately I been so blessed up
Doors divorced but I'm not in no Tesla
You popped out, bet your b*tch think I'm fresher
She won't know but I'm just tryna sext her
'Member way back I ain't been nothin'
Pushin' Maybachs, b*tch, the big one
I been grindin', b*tch, tryna do my big one
These boys ugly and broke, told 'em, "Pick one"
Got the Glock 9, you don't want heat
We get so high off the loose leaf (Swamp Izzo)
With ethxrxxl shootin' out the front seat
AP Skeleton on me, I'm so bougie

[Verse 6: xstasyslim]
And I'm smokin', so high at the Shake Shack
And them hoes thinkin' how did I make sense?
Told her I could go up, no cremation
Tell my mom, "I'ma shine, I'ma make it"
[I'ma real'?] stay down, no fakin'
And this chop cook him up, he some bacon
And that's my song if you want, don't take it
And f*ck all them [guys?] hatin'
Tryna ball hard and beat the matrix
You a ball hog, b*tch, you not even playin'
Just tryna get to the racks, I'm sayin'
With these hoes, and these [?] get to slayin'
In the 'Rari, no, I'm not even playin'
You ain't want it for real, had to leave you
Got them Cartiers on, no, I can't see you
We was broke as f*ck, don't wanna be you
[Verse 7: friends]
Yeah, who the f*ck picked this lame-ass beat?
Who the f*ck picked this lame-ass beat?
I don't give a f*ck, b*tch, I'ma slide on the beat
Yeah, b*tch on my di*k, hell yeah, I'm in her sheets (Swamp Izzo)
Yeah, I ride with the Glock 10, yeah, with the heat
n*gga, f*ck the Glock, with my hands, he get beat
I should've charged ivvys for this feat'
b*tch, I'm cool as f*ck, why would I pay her?
Make the Glock dance, yeah, like a razor
Stupid ass beat but I'll still go insane, bro
Why the f*ck would I care 'bout a lame, bro?
Roscoe Dash, I be shoppin'
b*tches f*ck with me 'cause I'm— (Uh)
b*tches f*ck with me 'cause I'm poppin'
n*gga try to play, n*gga, stop it
This beat sound like a lame-ass chicken cryin'
This beat sound like a dumbass n*gga dyin'
This beat sound like two hyenas fightin'
Beat sound like a hedgehog, lion

[Verse 8: blxty]
Go out, gotta fit up
It ain't my fault that your b*tch sucked me (Swamp Izzo)
I'm with ivvys and we four deep
In Toronto, shout out to my crodies
Do-do you love the way I do when I'm lovin' your body?
We-we can run away, don't tell nobody
Do-do you love the way I do when I'm lovin' your body?
Yeah, they wanna be like me, they just carbon copies
But, and they all clap for us
Push to start whip, you ride the bus
Shawty bad and she on bus'
Mom told me that I cannot cuss
And I hit this beat for what
Shawty bad, I wanna see her butt
But your man wanna see me in the cut
I need a burger and my fries waffle cut

[Verse 9: KRBY]
When she ride, bounce up and down like a maybach
Pick her up, put her hands up, [?] I break backs
Dripped out, all designer gear, it's the latest
n*ggas say I'm dressin' weird, this is for the ladies
Glock 19 on my hip, my new [?]
Goin' on a swim trip, everything wavy
n*gga say he shootin' sh*t, smiling and waving
Catch him out, make his ass cry like a baby
Tu-turn around, fadeaway, shoot it, I made that
Fast break, break away, see it, I take it
Jackin' a rapper, tryna take me a chain (Swamp Izzo)
Jackin' some jackets and jackin' for change
Strike me a whip, I just striked me a range
Dropped fat sh*t on your whip, out of range
Stack up my chips and go buy me a plane
Bendin' the rip, 'bout to be out of range