IDB

I done been shot past niggas
(You're tellin' me you built a time machine?)
(I just appreciate you so much, Allen)
Yeah

I done been shot past niggas
A quarter M on Nellies, my bitch bags different
Give a fuck about a lame, I'm the last nigga
I done been had Ms
How the fuck all the hatin' come from friends?
She a eight at best, nigga, not a ten
Still Mr. Fuck a Bitch Friend, Mr. Buss a Band
Mr. Pour the Trish Out, I only want the red

Free my nigga Tez, my Uncle Nell
Free my nigga Ric', still ain't never bought a Jeep
Holla if you lost a bitch, I still ain't never left the East
I'ma road runnin', send more hundreds
They say they need raw, shit, we got more comin'
I'm the dope man still, blow, Perc, and pills
Hard for Drew to beat it, say they caught him on film
I'm a Louis Timb nigga, Saint Michael's brim nigga
Ask around, they gon' tell you that we lil niggas
Ask again, they gon' tell you that we kill niggas
Hard for me to feel niggas, I seen statements
Hard for me to chill when I'm used to goin' crazy

I done been shot past niggas
A quarter M on Nellies, my bitch bags different
Give a fuck about a lame, I'm the last nigga
I done been had Ms
How the fuck all the hatin' come from friends?
She a eight at best, nigga, not a ten
Still Mr. Fuck a Bitch Friend, Mr. Buss a Band
Mr. Pour the Trish Out, I only want the red

Heard they just popped a nigga dead (fuck him)
All in the dirt (pussy)
Every time they diss, we make 'em buy another shirt
I be ballin' on the twelfth same way I do the first
Nigga merch
I'll never vouch for a nigga I ain't serve with
Ain't the one to ask if I done heard, boy, I ain't heard shit
I just bought a Cully, not to drive, just to swerve with
Next time a nigga shoot at mine, bitch, we purgin'
I know you niggas nervous
My side bitches be curvin'
I'll never vouch for a nigga I ain't serve with
Ain't the type to ask if I done heard, boy, I ain't heard shit
I just bought a Cully, not to drive, just to swerve with
I know you niggas heard me

I done been shot past niggas
A quarter M on Nellies, my bitch bags different
Give a fuck about a lame, I'm the last nigga
I done been had Ms
How the fuck all the hatin' come from friends?
She a eight at best, nigga, not a ten
Still Mr. Fuck a Bitch Friend, Mr. Buss a Band
Mr. Pour the Trish Out, I only want the red