I-20 ft. Velcroes Lyrics

Yeah huh

Yeah huh

Yeah huh

Bitch huh

Yeah huh

Gogh

Gogh yeah

I'm on I-20 doing 200 got my side hoe feeling sick

Ride in a all black coupe all black fit looking like John Wick

All these niggas talking bout getting money but don't get it like Chris

Y'all need to get up off your ass and go get it nigga fuck a wish

I'm on the highway driving too fast pray to God that Ion crash

All these niggas talking bout getting clothes but they all jockin' my swag

All of my Billie Jeans really ten outta fucking ten

Mike Jack bad, huh

I gotta get to the bag, huh

These niggas going out sad, huh

Counting money since a jit

I been counting money since a fetus

I be really putting on shit

Play with them racks just like Venus

She do whatever just for a bag

She gone pull up just to eat it

Can't find another nigga like me

Telling her friends Chris so conceited

Like Mike Jack I told her to beat it

Ion even know why she be talking

Only in love with that bag

Shoot for the Bucks like Milwaukee

They be like Chris can I get a feature?

Put on a beat and I start walking

I be the nigga they go copy

Way I ball feel like Bachi

I'm on I-20 doing 200 got my side hoe feeling sick

Ride in a all black coupe all black fit looking like john wick

All these niggas talking bout getting money but don't get it like Chris

Y'all need to get up off your ass and go get it nigga fuck a wish

I'm on the highway driving too fast pray to God that Ion crash

All these niggas talking bout getting clothes but they all jockin' my swag

All of my billie jeans really ten outta fucking ten

Mike Jack bad huh

I gotta get to the bag huh

These niggas going out sad huh

And we really get this money man you know what I'm talking bout

Whole lotta hoes, whole lotta cars, whole lotta bad bitches, whole lotta got damn… blue digits you dig what I'm saying? Real spill no cap in my rap

Yeah, hey!

I'm in that bm

With your bm

Got 200 on the dash

I got that Goyard on my damn neck

I be rocking it like a sash

Yeah I just rock out like Future Hendrxx

But I leave a nigga in the past

Yea young VV got VVS diamonds

This not glass

Bitch, I'm on they ass

Bitch, I'm on they ass

I'm getting money

You didn't have to ask

I'm on a fifth of the Henny in Saks

I'm up in Dover not looking at tags

Not giving verses my Nigga it's tax

They trying to steal all the swag that I have

That's why I'm keeping me one in the head

Yeah!

I'm on I-20 doing 200 got my side hoe feeling sick

Ride in a all black coupe all black fit looking like john wick

All these niggas talking bout getting money but don't get it like Chris

Y'all need to get up off your ass and go get it nigga fuck a wish

I'm on the highway driving too fast pray to God that Ion crash

All these niggas talking boo it getting clothes but they all jockin' my swag

All of my billie jeans really ten outta fucking ten

Mike Jack bad huh

I gotta get to the bag huh

These niggas going out sad huh