StashtheWave, Jiles, Qwan?, Arold, Clyde Black - I.D.F.W.N. Lyrics

Come around the corner
I just need a money bag
I just pray he doesn't snitch
Or all my niggas getting bagged
If you came where I'm from
You won't understand the slang
How ironic, realest niggas that I know don't even bang
I just need the big drop
I just need a big feature
Remember watching niggas ball out, I was in the bleachers
Now I'm up, putting niggas on 'cause I know the pain
Sleeping on the floor with them roaches wouldn't change a thing
Bitch I got more dope
Bitch, seen them guns tote
Every nigga on Bad For Press, they like kinfolk
Smoke a nigga boots if he ever disrespects the clique
Brodie got a new hammer, and he too legit to quit

Man, I don't fuck with niggas
Line 'em up, we shooting like it's pictures
Keep the flash on me like it's Christmas
Do the dash on 'em, wood grippin
This shit ridiculous man

Somebody bring a body bag 'cause niggas going in the dirt
Don't really like to talk too much but rather show I put in work
My knuckles hurt from tapping jaws
Raging demon time
I got my hands wrapped in rope and gauze
Stupid high just because
Had to stash the wave in my black Clyde's
Line you up, we let shit fly
All my habits gone soon as I heard that the plug died
Ash fell to my belly while I'm smoking on this medley
It's from Cali, wonder why this nigga tax me on the heavy
I might throw a fucking fit
In these skateboard kicks
This more than kick push
No coastin', heave-hoeing on a bitch
No I don't claim to be a connect, but I could lead you to the right direction
Don't change ya mind, make sure that money right for something special
I'm reminiscing 'bout bugs in my flower
Watering that caranation, now I'm smoking every hour
Blizz gon' get me right
Don't fuck with crash niggas like them Towers
Excuse me for hocking up something foul, my nigga

Man, I don't fuck with niggas
Line 'em up, we shooting like it's pictures
Keep the flash on me like it's Christmas
Do the dash on 'em, wood grippin
This shit ridiculous man

Where I go I need witnesses
Cameras flash when I pass and they just catch lateral differences
If you lacking behind me, what you expect from your misses, uh?
Nigga just pick it up
I know it weigh a ton
We used to do one on one's
One for your momma, one for your homie
One thousand on kicks I walk on
Yellow brick road, and I'm sure that I capture the wish I want
You wishy washy, I stay afloat
Peep the boat, it's like Noah's Ark
She arch her back and double down and act like animal on my uh
This undercover hat match my aesthetic
I made wagyu beef when life gave me lemons
Five-star dishes and my knife is super sharp
So if a nigga actin' marble you know I could carve 'em up
And this shit isn't Marvel, I seen stans leave for a buck
I seen niggas false-claim when they was drunk and threw 'em up
I seen niggas claiming gang and take the credit in the cut
So I do it like Consuela, use lemon to wash 'em up
Clyde Black