KJ RETTA IXY lyrics

[Verse 1: Kj2Ugly]
Wake up out my sleep b*tch I'm tryna' make ah bag
If I'm in this b*tch with all my gang, we on yo ass
That n*gga dissin' on my name prolly cuz his hoe trine smash
I'm riding with the gang and we all got a mask
Wait, bro I'm gon' f*ck that b*tch then pass
Got that sh*t it's on my ass
I f*ck his hoe then say my bad
I'm with yo b*tch in Gucci bag
I'm wit yo b*tch in Louis bag
Bra I'm jus trine get inside my bag
She be like "what?" I be like bag

[Verse 2: Barretta]
This n*gga tried jugg me yeah I'm on his ass
Why this b*tch trine f*ck me for my bag?
n*ggas pus*y rookie comin' last
Bro gon blow the spot up with that frag
Watch how I sip my drank nd its gon' last
Me and Kj runnin' do the dash
I can't f*ck that b*tch she don't got ass
You on my di*k b*tch why you ain't ask?
She gon f*ck me quick I gotta pass
In the restroom I might blow her back
Why the f*ck I leave without my strap?
I can't go out like that boy who lacked
f*ck it jus give me the stash
I'm on a drill with Kj and wе masked
And that boy he get flippеd like a bottle no cap
Why this n*gga wan diss and he can't even rap?
I'm on the live and these n*ggas wan chat
Talkin' bout this talkin' bout that
n*gga you can't even touch a lil band with yo ass
You just a fan, how bout get back?
Get this advance and I go get a plaque
Ride with my n*ggas we always collab
You only smokin' on boof that's not thrax
If I catch you outside then I'm droppin' a hat
[Verse 3: ixybxy.999]
My gun Ice Spice it's a munch
These n*ggas sweet like captain crunch
Chop on my back so I walk wit a hunch
I just spent sum you'll never touch
Roll you in a wood it ain't no dutch
Shot in his face no crutch where he goin'
You asked "wassup?" when you already knowin'
If I show dat fye den b*tch I'm blowin'
I'm with Retta they like "yuh"
I'm with Kj I'm like "b*tch"
G22 it look fye as hell and b*tch came wit extench
Came with extensions n*gga
Better get to yo detention n*gga
Beat yo granddaddy ass and we gon' steal his pension n*gga (on gang!)
Flow switch go to crazy
99 problems b*tch not 1 Jay Z
Hop on this b*tch I don't rap like I'm lazy
We tote illegal guns feel like the navy
These n*ggas crying b*tch you is a baby
Drugs in the locker like Jones call me Davy
I'm riding round and I'm in a Mercedes
It ain't not 1 n*gga saying he made me
Cuz n*gga I'm self-made
n*gga its IXYGANG f*ck what yall n*ggas talmbout