I.T.L. Lyrics

I'm always up to something, catch me swimming in my bag

The broke ass little bitches should go crying to they dad

I put in work to make these dividends, that's on my dead

I hit in the lobby in Hawaii, oh my bad

Flip a G for the price of three, I'm scamming all my mans

I thought you was trapper, you just capping, what you saying

He folded, what I told him, should of stuck right with the plan

And my bitch like my music, call me Drake, I'm fucking fans

Ah man, here we go again

It's KeyLo, on the D-low, I meant everything I said

Balmain's, stomping on his head

By the sea shore, got my feet froze, you know everything been red

Try to cool me down when I'm pissed off

Match my drank or feel the led when the blick talk

Know a couple clowns I could get offed

I'm just waiting, know for now I like shit talk

I been around, I'm the big boss

Draco got titties that's rounder than Rick Ross

No criss cross, if no one around hit the exhaust

I'm always up to something, catch me swimming in my bag

The broke ass little bitches should go crying to they dad

I put in work to make these dividends, that's on my dead

I hit in the lobby in Hawaii, oh my bad

Flip a G for the price of three, I'm scamming all my mans

I thought you was trapper, you just capping, what you saying

He folded, what I told him, should of stuck right with the plan

And my bitch like my music, call me Drake, I'm fucking fans

They said KeyLo why you acting like a stranger, I don't know you though

And I don't owe these bitches nothing, I control the door

Bitch I roll in dough, I can't go blow for blow

I just get blowed and then I go like I don't know the hoe

Rock paper scissor, brand new straps with brand new switches

I am the difference from the trash that I consider

My competition, I'm the cat, they kitty litter

My opposition, they been dead already hit em' up

Once, twice

Everyone dead, everyone sliced

My advice, stay out the kitchen, get hit wit' the knife

That's been my status, check on the rank if you thinking I'm average

I been savage, no wonder he switch, picking up on my habits

I'm always up to something, catch me swimming in my bag

The broke ass little bitches should go crying to they dad

I put in work to make these dividends, that's on my dead

I hit in the lobby in Hawaii, oh my bad

Flip a G for the price of three, I'm scamming all my mans

I thought you was trapper, you just capping, what you saying

He folded, what I told him, should of stuck right with the plan

And my bitch like my music, call me Drake, I'm fucking fans