IKEA lyrics

[Intro]
Aye (x4)
I’m out —
Aye (x4)
I'm outstanding
Wake up
Aye (x3)

[Verse: NASAAN & B Free]
I'm outstanding
VS stone, pearls singing, got my mouth dancing
Wake up, she pray to me, this b*tch sun tanning (aye)
Hollow tips inside my Glock, I don't talk or panic
Three shots, get the block hot, NBA Jammin
Aye, quarterback Free, Tom Brady, Paton Manning
I can see her — poking out the pink panties
The way she shaking it, I know she came to do damage, on God
They charged up but don't want static
Aye, n*gga play the family have him dapping up my daddy
Aye, diamonds moon walking like they sister named Janet
Got these hoes want a candid
Hey smile, this a photo
Aye, I just stuffed...sevеn, eight hoes in a four door
Porsche is in thе front but the engine playing polo
Aye, lying to the b*tch bout where I live I tell her Soho
My ex drove a Volvo, my next drive a Lambo
I'm switching up my cash flow
They kicking in the back door
The feds did a sweep, god damn we lost the bando
Keep a couple *bird call* in my bag like I was Banjo
Aye, keep a couple *grrt* in my Glock like I'm Rambo
Hit that n*gga hoe and he know, he still a fan though
Aye, how the f*ck this n*gga go broke playing Fan Duel, f*ck!
It's time to cash him out
Amiri jeans, Louie V tee's the new hand me downs
I've been rapping back when it was cool to smoke black and milds
Aye, I've been rapping years I'm up now, b*tch I'm taxing now
Aye, bout to cop whips at seven mile then pass them out
Look, I just slapped hands with a fan he started passing out
Aye, I just had a hoe from high school try to flash me down
Aye, I just saw my b*tch from high school working at IKEA
[Outro]
No cap!
She really — she, I saw her there
Selling them motherf*cking meatball sandwiches and sh*t