IYKTYK Lyrics

I don't like pictures, I can't get caught in the mixture

Fake niggas know they gon' switch up

Lights in my face so I flick up

Whole lotta ice make my wrist hurt

Foreign bitch, callin' me mister

Fuck that bitch once, I don't miss her,

I'm just tryna break bread with my sister

Designer my clothes,

Designer my kicks,

Designer my bitch,

Designer my hoe

I've been feelin' too rich done a whole lotta shit, if you know, then you know

All my diamonds legit, I keep no counterfeits, Know I keep a bankroll

If you know, then you know

Lightskin bitch she all on my body, redbone this hoe, got too much mileage

I just keep goin' up, can't stop it, I just keep goin' up, can't top it

I love Rick Owen fits gon' cop it,

And we ran that shit up, there ain't no doubt about it

No, I can't get no fuck, know these niggas gon' copy

I'm gon' pour that shit up, got me movin' like zombie

I don't like pictures, I can't get caught in the mixture

Fake niggas know they gon' switch up

Lights in my face so I flick up

Whole lotta ice make my wrist hurt

Foreign bitch, callin' me mister

Fuck that bitch once, I don't miss her,

I'm just tryna break bread with my sister

Who you think fuckin' with us, nigga, nobody

Hang around us, make him think that he somebody

Bitches gon' fuck, so they all up on my body

Been in this shit for so long, feel like Yo Gotti

You ain't seen what I've seen,

You ain't been where I been

RFG that's my team, all my brothers we locked in

I can't not fuck with these niggas, these niggas too slime

I been sippin' good drink, got me outta my mind

That bitch lovin' my fashion, she lovin' my vibe

I can buy what I want, I don't know who to buy

I told them I'm the one, and I know for a while

Niggas look up to me, they my son,they my child

I'm a grimy-ass nigga, I'm movin' too foul

She gon' bend that shit over put Nick in her mouth

I don't like pictures, I can't get caught in the mixture

Fake niggas know they gon' switch up

Lights in my face so I flick up

Whole lotta ice make my wrist hurt

Foreign bitch, callin' me mister

Fuck that bitch once, I don't miss her,

I'm just tryna break bread with my sister

Designer my clothes,

Designer my kicks,

Designer my bitch,

Designer my hoe

I've been feelin' too rich done a whole lotta shit, if you know, then you know

All my diamonds legit, I keep no counterfeits, Know I keep a bankroll

If you know, then you know