Idle Lyrics

Can't be idle, man

I am an idol, man, whoa

She don't like the perky

She just like the xan, whoa

Cops, they want to search me

I don't understand, no

Y'all do not deserve me

Nah, you really can't roll with us

Roll with us

Four Seasons, turn to Four Winters

We got blow with us

On the block, we got some gorillas

On some four-wheelers

Tell me now, just who is more realer

With the dope dealers

There you go, nigga

Back it up

Back it up

Nah, now you got me acting up

Acting up

All these struggles, ain't we had enough?

Had enough

Looking for that alley, pass it up

Pass it up

Thought you want me? It ain't adding up

Adding up

I'm king, they thinking I ain't man enough

Man enough

Growing up, we really had it tough

That's why we clicked

All this rapping shit is off the cuff

Like with my bitch

I want it to be you

How can I see you?

I count down

Three, two, one, zero

Want you to look at me and see a hero

My gang gon' put yo gang inside a pre-roll

You can see my gang inside my B-roll

They chanting, "MVP"

I hit the free throw

I want it to be you

I want it to be you

I want it to be you

I want it to be you

Got to right a wrong in another song

You not one of us, go and run along

I think just this summer made a hundred songs

She just stole my heart from me, just like a con

Siren, black heart, like your eyeliner

I'll find her, die, if I can't find her

Soul tired, no rest for a lone writer

This shit Icarus, but I'm finna burn brighter

I can't link a bitch, if the pussy not fire

You got intellect, but I'm on a level higher

Just give me a sec, rapper, make him go retire

Just show me the best rapper, I'll show you a biter

My, oh my, have it my way, like this shit BK

Money talking to my bro, now this shit a three-way

How it feel to be the GOAT, don't know, this shit came easy

Another album on my phone, every other three days

Can't be idle, man

I am an idol, man, whoa

She don't like the perky

She just like the xan, whoa

Cops, they want to search me

I don't understand, no

Y'all do not deserve me

Nah, you really can't roll with us

Roll with us

Four Seasons, turn to Four Winters

We got blow with us

On the block, we got some gorillas

On some four-wheelers

Tell me now, just who is more realer

With the dope dealers

There you go, nigga