Untitled 5-29 ft. Kiing shug Lyrics

You tryna battle me in hell, but I see you in a cell

Hell in a cell, might just bring the bell out talk that shit get sailed, I'll get sold

Out for your team Talk that shit, that's your dream

But we the fuckin' dream team I.D., I.D., my team, my team

Talk that shit, don't try me found that bitch on Ebay

Got that bitch on Leeway had sex with her on replay

In my mind, talk that shit all the time my rhymes getting ferocious

These bitches, they toasted, they toasted up fuck that bitch, I'm boasted up

Talk that shit, you know what's up fuck that bitch, you know what's up

Got that bitch like, what's up? Fuck that bitch in a Bentley trunk

Black tent, black rent Used to struggle for some rent

Talk that shit like, who invented me? Goddamn, IZG

Rappin', spazzin', like a flea

Like bro said, we ain't smokin' no weed

Like bro said, I'ma knock it like creed I cant even lie, yeah, she ate my seed

I cant even lie yeah, I'm smokin' hella weed

Yeah, y'all already know that I'm ridin' in the coupe

Me and my niggas, you ready to shoot you mess with me, you already know what I'ma do

Yeah, I'ma knock them out as clues I can name a lot, my favorite color blue

Yeah, you know that's cap Already know that I'm always seein' red

Yeah, and you know that's a fact Smoke weed in the hatchback

Me and my niggas, no cap back I can name a lot, me and my niggas

We be ridin' in the hatchback you cannot have your bitch back

No cap, I don't even know what to say me and my niggas don't play, yeah

Well, we'll we'll we'll me and my niggas go hard me and my niggas don't starve

I don't even know what to say me and my niggas go hard

Yeah, we tryna reach the stars

The moon yeah

Yeah, the moon, the stars Look, look, yeah, I'm dyin', excited

I'm punchin' like lightning I'm hittin' like thunder

These bitches a blunder John Cena, no peacemaker

I might make her pop off at the top Like the fuckin' undertaker

Try me, yeah, try me you dyin', you dyin

No lyin', no lyin' yo mama is cryin

You sayin' you want it you want the smoke to pop off

You want the smoke to pop off you want the smoke so pop off

You want it, drop it Talk that shit to stop it

I see you in my fuckin' third eye Oh God, oh why

I see why you try to leave But you can't leave

We in this forever Locked in, I.D., I.D

My team, why me Why me, why me

That's what she says Oh why, oh why

I try, I try I'll die before I try

Yeah, try again Talk that shit, yeah

Your fuckin' friend can't get it in the fuckin' end

Might pop off with your fuckin' twin Might hit that shit a fuckin' year

Might pop off with my fuckin' bros fuck that bitch, yeah, fuck these hoes

Fuck that bitch, yeah, fuck these hoes fuck that bitch, yeah, fuck these hoes

Fuck that bitch, yeah

Don't you see, I see, I feel you

I.D. is my team, I see it with the browns

Fuck that bitch, I get it by the pound

I get it by the back load

Gettin' off my own load

Talkin' that shit, I know

But you want my fuckin' flow

Yeah, yeah

But you just want my fuckin' flow