Fears ft. imdica & yonny Lyrics

I just iced out my wrist, had to bust down my Patek

If he want smoke then I'm letting him have it

I got big chops and they all automatic

I got a bat like what's up with the static

Fifty K, for the new patek

I'ma just float like Aladdin

Ain't see me, ain't know he was lacking

20K for the new jacket

Me and my bitch we was matching

I came up I knew it would happen

Can't relax I'm just counting up racks and

If he lack send a blitz like it's Madden

Can't let up ain't no time for Distractions

Spit fire like a dragon

I had to run up the racks and

Get to the baggage

Yea I had to run up the cabbage

Yea run up the breesh hoe, but I cannot love on no treesh hoe

Imdica took a shroom in the back of the V, but it's hitting me though

I pull up I beat those, I make that little bitch deep throat

Huh

Your nigga not me though

I shoot by myself like a free throw

I'm chilling with ZEEM rolling weed up

I'm feeling down so I pick lean up

Huh, everything come with a price

Yeah, Double cup full of that sprite

Bad bitch with me, but she too nice

Can't cuff that so I'm down for the night

Twenty/twenty vision you can't leave my site

Pitch black 'Mo with my shades on at night

Imagine me stressing about bitches, I don't

That's just something that don't get me richer

Everything getting real bigger

The whole gang dropping we lit

Inhaling green I'm staying fit

Pretty girl but she not sucking dick

In love with money and cars, but you probably knew by the fit

Huh

I'm really just doing my part I'm really used to this shit

Huh

When they say it's that time, I'ma be first on the list

Huh

I'm losing my motherfucking mind, I never believed in this shit

Yeah

Everything that we doing in bold

We never be last on that list

Momma look how far I made it

Know you winning when you hating

I can't seem them I'm too faded

On to the next

Cause no I don't play it

I mean everything when I say it

Step on top of my shit I'm a boss

He mad I did it he lost

Don't want this life nigga it cost

They on it, they trying to steal the sauce

I'm up they all on my dick oh my gosh

Fuck up the check they got comma's

Why would I hit you

Fuck communication

Fuck all the drama

Stay blowing me up like your name is Osama

Nigga talk down I'ma walk with my gang

Nigga talk down better tuck on his chain

I wanna blow up get money say fuck all the fame

He say got motion but not what it seem

I'm just a 'youngin tryna find me a dream

Lucid my vision so all I see cream

Nigga you hating you not on my team

Nigga you hating I walk with my beam

I just iced out my wrist

Had to bust down my patek

If he want smoke then I'm letting him have it

I got big chops and they all automatic

I got a bat like wassup with the static

Fifty K, for the new patek

I'ma just float like Aladdin

Ain't see me, ain't know he was lacking

Twenty K for the new jacket

Me and my bitch we was matching

I came up I knew it would happen

Can't relax I'm just counting up racks and

If he lack send a blitz like it's Madden

Can't let up ain't no time for distractions