ib on the beat - these lyrics
intro (2 take jup):
[wait it’s ib on the what?]
verse 1:
i’m sick of all of you n-gg-s
i’m sick of all of you b-tches
all of you n-gg-s is b-tches, y’all b-tches is n-gg-s man what is the difference
i’ve only been in this shit for like two years but i should be into big business
they ain’t been seeing or hearing so i’ve just working like 24/7
24, day-to-day, slapping shit 808, knockin down everything i feel like kobe bryant on fadeaway
breaking down everything, i swear to einstein that you couldn’t even come close to my mental state
all of y’all feather weight
i gotta a date where the cheddar stay
my n-gg- sell work out his mama house
i’m tryna find us a better way
hook:
i swear that i’m sick of all of you n-gg-s
i swear that i’m sick of all of you b-tches
i should pull up just flex up you b-tches
i should pull up just flex up you n-gg-s
sick of these n-gg-s
they say they this
they say they that
they say all lies
don’t hear no facts
where are the facts?
we don’t believe, we don’t believe you counting them racks
y’all making me sick as a matter of fact
i’m sick of these n-gg-s
i’m sick of these b-tches
man take a step back
verse 2:
i see, lots of colors
i see lots of cops with no id, they roll around all under covers
i’m sick of most them m-th-f-cka’s
k!ll my people blame it on the music i swear that is shit something whooo!
man i swear that shit is something
go to trial, get acquitted, leave with nothing
why the f-ck you think we in this muh-f-cka going bunky
tryna to kick us to the curb, but there’s no punting, no punting
gonna go crazy till i see no more gunning
down of my people
wise man told me that currency is the root of all evil
so b-tch i’ma stunt like knevil
and b-tch i’ma stunt when i see you
so if you don’t really know who ib
then don’t try and act like my migo
hook:
i swear that i’m sick of all of you n-gg-s
i swear that i’m sick of all of you b-tches
i should pull up just flex up you b-tches
i should pull up just flex up you n-gg-s
sick of these n-gg-s
they say they this
they say they that
they say all lies
don’t hear no facts
where are the facts?
we don’t believe, we don’t believe you counting them racks
y’all making me sick as a matter of fact
i’m sick of these n-gg-s
i’m sick of these b-tches
man take a step back
outro:
i see, lots of colors
i see lots of cops with no id, they roll around all under covers
i’m sick of most them m-th-f-cka’s
k!ll my people blame it on the music i swear that is shit something whooo!
man i swear that shit is something
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