Iso Zah - A.I. Lyrics

I cant be no bum a nigga had to turn up get his drip up
She came over gave me sloppy when she left she had a hiccup
Iso Zah gone drop that fye and hold it down but baby its up
And i cant be fake so if she lame then i aint bouta kiss up
Know im swervin in that coupe but watch my name its bouta pickup
Im a loyal nigga so my niggas know that i wont switch up
Ima cop a Jacob when I get the time to get my wrist up
If you real and know you real then rap this shit and hold ya fist up
Rappin to get to the bread
Slid in the DMs no sled
Hungry so much on my plate
Rich nigga its my fate
Ima turn up in the A
Then ima ballout like I
Got it i dont know why
Blessings look up to the sky
New sauce when i drop
Big boss say im not
Still cant cuff no thot
Still wont give her top
They gone ask me why
Bitch cause im that guy
Plug got new supply
Smokin runts got high
Im confident not shy
And stacking bread
Just like its rye
I got her hair up in a tie then split her legs like apple pie
She gone probably lie
And say she aint a hoe
Iso Zah aint trippin
Cause thats just how it go
I cant be no bum a nigga had to turn up get his drip up
She came over gave me sloppy when she left she had a hiccup
Iso Zah gone drop that fye and hold it down but baby its up
And i cant be fake so if she lame then i aint bouta kiss up
Know im swervin in that coupe but watch my name its bouta pickup
Im a loyal nigga so my niggas know that i wont switch up
Ima cop a Jacob when I get the time to get my wrist up
If you real and know you real then rap this shit and hold ya fist up
Iso

I cant be no bum a nigga had to turn up get his drip up
She came over gave me sloppy when she left she had a hiccup
Iso Zah gone drop that fye and hold it down but baby its up
And i cant be fake so if she lame then i aint bouta kiss up
Know im swervin in that coupe but watch my name its bouta pickup
Im a loyal nigga so my niggas know that i wont switch up
Ima cop a Jacob when I get the time to get my wrist up
If you real and know you real then rap this shit and hold ya fist up
Rappin to get to the bread
Slid in the DMs no sled
Hungry so much on my plate
Rich nigga its my fate
Ima turn up in the A
Then ima ballout like I
Got it i dont know why
Blessings look up to the sky
New sauce when i drop
Big boss say im not
Still cant cuff no thot
Still wont give her top
They gone ask me why
Bitch cause im that guy
Plug got new supply
Smokin runts got high
Im confident not shy
And stacking bread
Just like its rye
I got her hair up in a tie then split her legs like apple pie
She gone probably lie
And say she aint a hoe
Iso Zah aint trippin
Cause thats just how it go
I cant be no bum a nigga had to turn up get his drip up
She came over gave me sloppy when she left she had a hiccup
Iso Zah gone drop that fye and hold it down but baby its up
And i cant be fake so if she lame then i aint bouta kiss up
Know im swervin in that coupe but watch my name its bouta pickup
Im a loyal nigga so my niggas know that i wont switch up
Ima cop a Jacob when I get the time to get my wrist up
If you real and know you real then rap this shit and hold ya fist up
Iso