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idk - 850 lyrics

part i: we on top

[intro]
seven, six, five, four, three, two, one

[chorus: idk]
we on top, we on top, we on top, we on top
we on top, we on top, we on top, we on top (woah+woah)
we on top, we on top, we on top, we on top (woah+woah)
we on top, we on top, we on top
uh, uh, uh
[verse: idk]
the watch is one of one, it came from paris, it came with some documents
i’m seein’ you doin’ your thing, i know, i know but i do the opposite (opp, opp, one eighty)
that sh+t is ass, trash, trash, that sh+t is sloppiness
b+tch, i know who i am, am, am (ayy)
back in the day i was robbin’ sh+t
the opps was havin’ trouble stoppin’ it
sellin’ ++++ out the crib, line up the street, neighborhood was coppin’ it
mama in the crib, lyin’ through my t++th, told her it was all legit
f+ck how i did it, dirty up my image, too late they let me in
either way a n+gga rich
i’m worth a million dollars and a smile, i could probably take your b+tch
fly her out to france, pull down her pants, pair bondin’ with my d+ck (yeah)
havin’ conversations over fish (yeah)
show her how to stack chips (chips, chips, chips)
you was just thottin’
now you wanna have a revolution, now you changed
that ain’t a problem, just don’t bring the thot to me unless it’s with the brain
lay flat on the plane
go to sleep in l.a. then i wake up in spain
now

[interlude]
ladies and gentlemen, it’s about that time
we unfortunately have to take a quick break tonight
but we’ll be back in five, four, three, two and

[intro: idk]
one n+gga try play with me, got played wit right back
n+gga had twitter fingers when i pulled up on him he said he got hacked
(see you better talk, n+gga, what’s happenin’ right now, n+gga?)

[chorus: rich the kid & idk]
fell asleep in the trap (ayy)
how i woke up in paris? (yeah)
pullin’ up in that spyder (right)
got these n+ggas embarrassed (yeah, ayy)
play with me
i got a shooter, he stay with me (uh+huh)
none of them b+tches gon lay with me (yeah)
street credit on 804
but i’m tryna get 850

[verse: idk]
she gave me the head and i ain’t give it back
if i gave her to bro then i ain’t give a d+mn
i bend her right over and then i attack
backshots like i’m shooting a strap
.223’s, finna aim where you at
knock, knock at your door with a mask
pop, pop, make you lay where you stand
spend a ticket like i’m takin’ the tram
seven figures like i skate with j+pan
slide on you for the ice, that’s a win
servin’ b+tter but ain’t gettin’ no tip
he on iv if he don’t give up the drip
how many n+ggas is really legit?
cricket, cricket, cricket (none), cricket
how many n+ggas is really the sh+t?
cricket, cricket, cricket (one), cricket (f+ck it up , f+ck it up)
n+ggas be actin’ so hard, i see a whole lot of cries (whole lot of cries)
everybody act gangsta when it’s a whole lot of eyes (whole lot of eyes)
you n+ggas be biggin’ up chest, all i could do is just sigh (right)
you n+ggas that say that you be havin’, be havin’ a whole lot of lies
i be havin’ them habits, i can’t understand it
i move like a turtle, you move like a rabbit
i pull out that ratchet, they come for my cabbage
they tap in with me like they type in a tablet
how many n+ggas is really legit?
cricket, cricket, cricket, cricket
how many n+ggas is really the sh+t?
cricket, cricket, cricket, cricket
[chorus: rich the kid & idk]
fell asleep in the trap
how i woke up in paris?
pullin’ up in that spyder
got these n+ggas embarrassed (ayy)
play with me
i got a shooter, he stay with me
none of them b+tches gon lay with me
street credit on 804
but i’m tryna get 850
fell asleep in the trap
how i woke up in paris?
pullin’ up in that spyder
got these n+ggas embarrassed (ayy)
play with me
i got a shooter, he stay with me
none of them b+tches gon lay with me
street credit on 804
but i’m tryna get 850

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