IP Lyrics

Dockets go missing sideways

He get dropped off, highways

They get popped off my way

They can't stop me (no)

IP, it tracked him down

Follow him up to his house

AK, go spray him now

For you, me, I don't feel a thing

That case docket stacking like me, packing heavy

Cold wallets like cold cases

I'm plotting and you get turned to the mystery

(oh no)

That block closed for history

Now the ledger like a ministry

Boy don't be riding up them places you don't know

I get my wrist cold like their toes froze

Me I get it this evening

Now the boof running

Slow burner

How you like this dope money?

Cold money

She peeping, now I'm looking at your hoe all funny

The intel tell me that they after me

If i don't do something, step or slit him

You wont have nothing left of me

Step up if you wanna fall dead to me

Pop his ass in a grave, now he rest in piece
(I got myself another life) 

(You're a little bitch, you know that?)
(I hope I make myself clear here)