L.A Sama - I.Y.K.Y.K Lyrics

Ayo, R.A.N., turn that up
You say you love me, you say you trust me, so why you wanna leave me
Why you ain't feed me
Like every time you go now, come back like a frisbee

Got a whole lot of money, got a whole lot of mulla
Got a whole lot of shottas, got a whole lot of shooters
We ain't boxin' like shulers
Bro, day, night, fall, get da shooting , like, how you wanna do it

I'm gettin' money now, b***h, I'm improving
Remember way back, I was addicted on lean
Addicted to perks had that s**t in my spleen
Now I wake up, I got racks in my jeans

Drivin' these foreigns, give a f**k about the speed
Lay in the bed, give a f**k about the cheese
Already got a f**k up some bread
Heard that the opps put a bag on my head

No, I don't wanna go yet
Stay in the trenches, why the f**k do I be in the trenches
Ask myself every day, I don't know
Know they gon' kill me, I know my P.O

She gon' wheel me, but f**k , gotta stay with that pole
I'ma get money on God
I'ma stay rich on God
I'ma keep steppin' on God

In the club, Gotta go hard
Lil' bro sippin' on alcohol
Pray to Lord, free my dog
Free lil' hope , you beat that charge

I'ma do me and my, my business
N***a try diss, me then ima start drillin
Still gotta pray to the Lord, even though we sinnin
I can't cuff no broad, these hoes be trippin

Why you wanna leave me
Why you ain't feed me
Like, every time you go now
Come back like a frisbee

Got a whole lotta money
Got a whole lotta mulla
Got a whole lotta shottas
Got a whole lotta shooters

We ain't boxin' like shulers
Broad day, night, fall, get da shooting
Like, how you wanna do it
I'm gettin' money now, b***h, I'ma proving

Remember way back, I was addicted to lean
Addicted to perks had that shit in my spleen
Now I wake up, I got racks in my jeans
Drivin' these foreigns, give a f**k about the speed

And you know
If you know, then you know
Let it go, let it blow
Yeah, I know, yeah, I know
Yea yea