IDC IF U BE DED 歌词

Don't you touch my stuff cause you can't mess up with my confidence Don't you cross my path or you gon' suffer from the consequence Oh you try too much, but you don't come up with the documents I left your message on read (yeah) I don't care if you be dead (yaa) Don't you touch my stuff cause you can't mess up with my confidence Don't you cross my path or you gon' suffer from the consequence Oh you try too much, but you don't come up with the documents I left your message on read (yeah) I don't care if you be dead (yaa) Ghost a man Casper you know Trynna go to mars like Bruno Knock a bitch up like Juno Knock a bitch out like judo I'm the realest man with a culo Eeny meeny I don't want your doodle I play my cards right like a duel Double oo coming like Google Boom boom, fight night, fight night, fight night I be getting checks like Nike Shorty wanna dress like mine No you can't touch my mic Always on 10, never pretend Molly on hand, and 20 bands Could buy a Glock, I'd rather not Took all my shots Aim for your head Don't you touch my stuff cause you can't mess up with my confidence Don't you cross my path or you gon' suffer from the consequence Oh you try too much, but you don't come up with the documents I left your message on read (yeah) I don't care if you be dead (yaa) Don't you touch my stuff cause you can't mess up with my confidence Don't you cross my path or you gon' suffer from the consequence Oh you try too much, but you don't come up with the documents I left your message on read (yeah) I don't care if you be dead (yaa) Nigga want me done But I'm-not, even, close I'm just, getting, started Kamikaze bun Got 2 knifes up my socks Fuzzy edges cutting Tarantino blood, now flip to black white Kill Bill and his cousin Owned that, pussy, wagon got-that Gas-lean, like-I'm, Ryan Circled the block, hitta hit man With a killa rim shot Did a quick scan Tilla get the fist hot Bitch you ain't ten you a You a filler, big dot Bullets, flip flop Grid lock grid lock Bitch you bin hot Watch your hands You finna get popped Full offence my index Built up Like my privacy on lock Don't you touch my stuff cause you can't mess up with my confidence Don't you cross my path or you gon' suffer from the consequence Oh you try too much, but you don't come up with the documents I left your message on read (yeah) I don't care if you be dead (yaa) On a serious note Sometimes you stuck like a pin in my throat Honesty comes when I gather my thoughts IDC if you will GTFO Don't touch my shit you be deep in my sauce Deep in my feelings I need to let go Leave me be and don't be leaving no choice Screaming so loud that I'm losing my voice (It's just like, I don't know)