IDFWT lyrics
by YSB OG
[Hook]
I ain't f*ckin' with these b*tches that be wearin' make up
I ain't f*ckin' with these hoes that ain't got they cake up
I ain't f*ckin' with these b*tches that be wearin' make up
I ain't f*ckin' with these hoes that ain't got they cake up
You a busta, you a sucka, boy you's a faker
You a busta, you a sucka, boy you's a hater
Ballin' hard in this b*tch like I'm a Laker
Slap the pole in the club, don't try to play us
Red and green beams in the club, these ain't lasers
We'll air this b*tch out if you try to play us
44s pourin' fours ridin' on scrapers
Diamonds VVS drip on a punk hater
[Verse 1]
Grindin' like I'm Tony Hawk, feelin' like a skater
She wanna eat my kids up, but I won't date her
I will not save her, I don't do the basic
My life is like the Matrix, fifteen hundred on new kicks
She better have them blue strips, she wanna ride in a new whip
Bustin' jugs all damn day, I ain't got time to cool it
Pour deuce up in the movements, I'm up there where the moon is
b*tch n*gga, you foolish, the 40 knock his ass stupid
She suck my di*k like she toothless
She like why your n*ggas so ruthless
b*tch, we been the cool kids
We been breakin' all the rules and sh*t
Your old n*gga, he losin'
He a lame n*gga, he a dufus
f*ck n*gga, you a goofy
30 round in the tooly
Make that ass clap like you in a porno movie
She said n*gga [?] and she wanna get in the jacuzzi
I'm ridin' in a foreign, 2 on the dash, Fast & Furious
Just know I ain't stressin', real n*ggas ain't worried
I pull up on they block, and they run in a scurry
I'm chasing up the guap, man these n*ggas, man they bore me
I bet I can make it hot in the cold where it's snowy
She try to say she ain't a thot, but her ass be tellin' stories
[Hook]
I ain't f*ckin' with these b*tches that be wearin' make up
I ain't f*ckin' with these hoes that ain't got they cake up
I ain't f*ckin' with these b*tches that be wearin' make up
I ain't f*ckin' with these hoes that ain't got they cake up
You a busta, you a sucka, boy you's a faker
You a busta, you a sucka, boy you's a hater
Ballin' hard in this b*tch like I'm a Laker
Slap the pole in the club, don't try to play us
Red and green beams in the club, these ain't lasers
We'll air this b*tch out if you try to play us
44s pourin' fours ridin' on scrapers
Diamonds VVS drip on a punk hater