Ikea Rug lyrics

[Intro]
(AyeTM)

[Verse]
Told my brother, "You catch that n*gga who did it, I'll give you the ransom"
Told that b*tch to bring her friends, I bring my friends, we link in Atlanta
Hope lil' bro gon' beat his case, they don't really see that sh*t on camera
You gotta worry 'bout who got the up first 'cause my cousin died with his hammer (Yeah)
Only reason opps got all that sh*t, they f*ckin' with them scammers
He just hit a lick in Miami for all them bricks, he Montana
Where I'm from, we go off body counts, we don't go off bandanas
I done gave 'em all 'em guns and drugs, b*tch, I think I'm Santa
All I see, a real n*gga in the mirror
All I see, a lot of robbers and some killers
All I see, a bunch of real-ass n*ggas
All I see, a bunch of killers, bunch of killers, n*gga (Yeah, yeah)
False flaggin', throwin' up different gangs and sh*t
Hope when they get caught, them n*ggas never bring up names and sh*t
Open cases, hangin' 'round 'em killers known as dangerous
That's the only thing I hate that's comin' with this fame and sh*t, that's lame as sh*t
Summertime, I be f*ckin' all these thotties
You can't deny these n*ggas claimin' all the bodies
I can't lie, if I go broke, I'm catchin' a robbery
They askin' why, but I can never give apology
Slow down, better watch that boy, he low down
And I heard that he be shootin' two-three switches when it go down
He used to walk around with a paint gun, I'm happy that he pro now
Suckin' di*k like she a pro now, but I told that b*tch slow down, she a low down
I record with a Off-White mat from IKEA
Paranoid, we just gon' ride around 'til we see 'em
Tug of war, these n*ggas tryna steal ideas
Check the score, them n*ggas cryin' all on my DM, yeah