ICDY Lyrics

Wake up, let's go

Wake up, let's go

Wake up, wake up

Wake up, let's go, get dressed

This shit ain't no test

No ting could stress with this

Margiela on my chest

I must confess that there's

Some shit I should address

I can't die yet

'till see me fresh

Wake up, let's go, get dressed

This shit ain't no test

No ting could stress with this

Margiela on my chest

I must confess that there's

Some shit I should address

(XCHRA)

(I can't die yet)

Spin round dat chick now

Got tired of freaking her out

3am way too many sound

Flipping her round in a Givenchy gown

Now i sit down and think bout

That one that I let outta bounds

Throwing my best on top of the mound

Still hit my love right outta the town

Still going pound for pound

Still going round for round then I think bout that

I hit many licks on hearts

Still ain't the way she made me feel rich

But I look where i wound

Sitting on top with a Homer crown

Watching these man way underground

Big boss big problems

I can't clown about

Wake up, let's go, get dressed

This shit ain't no test

No ting could stress with this

Margiela on my chest

I must confess that there's

Some shit I should address

I can't die yet

'till see me fresh

Wake up, let's go, get dressed

This shit ain't no test

No ting could stress with this

Margiela on my chest

I must confess that there's

Some shit I should address

Got on my rings underneath my biker gloves

Got on my chain underneath my trench could never fall in love

Gotta stay guarded up

Covering the loss with a chrome heart cross just got me far enough

But if a man wanna take it further, I gotta prove I ain't the one

I ain't the 2, no I ain't the 3, no I ain't the 4

But when this index finger rises

I say it's peace or I say it's war

Yo bro

Put a cross on your head, no Chrollo

All black, came on his dolos

Getting your boy, no FOMO

Red on your vintage polo

.45 clip came bolo

3 ZKs like Zoro

Leaving your brothers in sorrow

Don't even dream 'bout tomorrow

But i just want love so i told lil bro just put down the zanpakto

But i just want love so i might just go and cop that Rick Owens coat

But i just want love so i might just get that whip 'cause the way it folds

But i just want love so i might just tell all my hoes it's the end of the road

Wake up, let's go, get dressed

This shit ain't no test

No ting could stress with this

Margiela on my chest

I must confess that there's

Some shit I should address

I can't die yet

'till see me fresh

Wake up, let's go, get dressed

This shit ain't no test

No ting could stress with this

Margiela on my chest

I must confess that there's

Some shit I should address