IFYKYK ft. Lil Dolo Lyrics

I was broke with no hope till I fixed that Stronger than I still get shot in your six-pack

PDL, tell these niggas don't lack Any time, any day, you'll get blitzed at

I don't want her, bro, already hit that Fuck her once, if it's gas, I'ma spam back

Shoot first, you won't have time to click back All that flashin', how you get your shit

Call Sloppy, gon' get that Once you need, slap that phone, I can get that

Pussy gas, I'ma lick that She love me, break her back like a Kit-Kat

We just tryna get rich, that's a big fact Rappin' and slappin' back, back in the traffic

I'm still gon' get rich, that's a big fact My bitch get mad and start to do witchcraft

If you know, then you know Mr. M.I.A. been on the low

Pop out after dark, tryna wipe her nose Rockin' and I roll my window, I can't fold

Baby know that she cold Fifth of Terry got me actin' bold

Axis on her mind, she gave me her throat Feds come, better stick to the code

Like a bomb, I'm finna explode, bout to blow up You thought he was on that, he not, that boy froze up

We was just kids hittin' licks, now we grown up When you got motion, gotta keep up, hold tight

We was just kids, gotta hit it When you got motion, gotta keep up, hold tight

Eyes broke with no hope, till I fix that Stronger nostril, can shot in your six-pack

PDL, tell these niggas don't lack Anytime, any day, you'll get this stat

I don't wanna, bro, already hit that Fuck her once, if it's gas, I'ma spam back

Shoot first, you won't have time to click back All that flashin', how you get your shit

Call Slap, he gon' get that What you need, slap that phone, I can get that

Pussy gas, I'ma lick that She love me, crank her back like a Kit-Kat

We just tryna get rich, that's a big fact Rappin' and slappin' back, back in the traffic

I'm still gon' get rich, that's a big fact My bitch get mad and start to do witchcraft

Come take a bitch, nigga, come get your bitch back I done took his fiends, I ain't got you, that's not that

Two new clothes in my closet, I don't care what I wear Fuck around, man, I throw on some mixtapes

What y'all doin', we done already did that What y'all rappin', we already lived that

Take her home, cause I know that she on it Take her phone, cause I know that she on it

Box in my pocket, ain't gon' come right here At that chopper, no guns and we jump right on

If he run up, he get blinked on With the stick, we gon' make a nigga sit down