IDFWTHEM lyrics

[Intro]
Finna slap a bezel on my wrist like I'm Ben 10
Really havin', uh, since like 2010
(Jit cooked this one)
(Lonis on this)

[Verse 1]
I'm just tryna hit for ten bands and another ten
I ain't tryna fold these racks, I need a rubber band
Don't you got that bag on you? Baby, run it in
Run it up, a quick hundred bands, I did the running man
Old b*tches in my face tryna f*ck again
Same b*tch I used to like, I wouldn't touch again
New b*tch, give her di*k, she need a crutch again
I couldn't really find no Gelonade, I'm smokin' Runtz again
I'm lookin' for that one b*tch, I'm tryna f*ck again
Baby keep tryna play me out, don't you see this Benz?
Lookin' at these Forgiatos, askin' do I like these rims?
I know you see these diamonds on my body, baby, can you swim?
Don't ask me 'bout them broke-ass n*ggas, I don't f*ck with them
b*tches see me at the gas station, is that really him?
In this big body, b*tch, I'm drag racin', are you gettin' in?
All these n*ggas say they 'bout a bag, but can you show a ten?
Finna slap a bezel on my wrist like I'm Ben 10
And I been really havin' b*tches since like 2010
2021, I started ballin', jumpin' out the gym
And you can ask your b*tch about me, 'cause I'm really him
[Chorus]
Don't ask me 'bout them broke-ass n*ggas, I don't f*ck with them
b*tches see me at the gas station, is that really him?
In this big body, b*tch, I'm drag racin', are you gettin' in?
All these n*ggas say they 'bout a bag, but can you show a ten?
Don't ask me 'bout them broke-ass n*ggas, I don't f*ck with them
b*tches see me at the gas station, is that really him?
In this big body, b*tch, I'm drag racin', are you gettin' in?
All these n*ggas say they 'bout a bag, but can you show a ten?

[Verse 2]
Drag racin' in this b*tch, turned off the traction
After this klock, I'm just tryna breathe again like I'm Toni Braxton
And why is n*ggas talkin'? Jump in the field since you Action Jackson
Bad b*tch, I'm tryna bend her over, and she got an accent
b*tch, I'm really 'bout a bag, you ain't gotta ask it
I see you finna drop a new tape, n*ggas finna trash it
Any n*gga speakin' on this bag, your mama raised a bast*rd
You got a fast car, well, me too, but, b*tch, mine's faster
You's a washed-up rapper turned DoorDasher
If the b*tch got a bag on her, then I might grab her
Breakin' down 'za on this paper, mix it with the grabba
I'ma put that sh*t on every time like Yo Gabba Gabba
Baby think I really need her, brodie, you can have her
Hit the b*tch out the ballpark, so I had to pass her
I'm tryna eat these two grams so I can start relaxin'
Still finna cop them Off-Whites, to you, them b*tches taxin'
[Chorus]
Don't ask me 'bout them broke-ass n*ggas, I don't f*ck with them
b*tches see me at the gas station, is that really him?
In this big body, b*tch, I'm drag racin', are you gettin' in?
All these n*ggas say they 'bout a bag, but can you show a ten?
Don't ask me 'bout them broke-ass n*ggas, I don't f*ck with them
b*tches see me at the gas station, is that really him?
In this big body, b*tch, I'm drag racin', are you gettin' in?
All these n*ggas say they 'bout a bag, but can you show a ten?

[Outro]
b*tches see me at the gas station, is that really him?
In this big body, b*tch, I'm drag racin', are you gettin' in?
Don't ask me 'bout them broke-ass n*ggas, I don't f*ck with them
All these n*ggas say they 'bout a bag, but can you show a ten?