IDRK Lyrics

Baby send the lo

Trynna get in tune

See wat it's hitting fo

Heard you got some talents

I heard you the goat

Trynna link like jimmy falon

Late night

And make a show

You tell me you a pro

Don't tell me

Let it show

Heard ya nigga doing bad

Fuck me good

I'll put em on

I ain't shower yet

Wash away my sins

That pussy wet

I damn near nutted

Soon as I went in

Put it on the set

All the work we stretched

Flooded me out

In these baguettes

West 118

20k wit the doggies

Ain't no flex

Pretty bitches on scene

They gon pull up regardless

They know best

Denim tears jeans

Nd a Glock wit a beam

When I get dressed

Show me something different

Said that you been bored

Trynna give you wat you missin

Pussy good you get rewarded

New season

Not the vintage

Suck my dick while I'm recording

She a master wit the mixes

Off her chin

You see the spit drippin

You I like em nasty and freaky

Throw that big booty in repeat

I like four play

Baby tease me

I got love on the brain

Like riri

Trynna bang bang

Like chief keef

Trynna open you up

Like a new piece

Put you in chrome

No more ksubis

You was praying

To the masses

For a man like me

Who can fuck you on

Balconies

Not the mattress

I'm just trynna raise

Ya status

Glock wit a switchy

For static

I'm trynna give

You some balance

And know I ain't talkin

New balance

Emilio Pucci ya fabric

Saint Laurent carpets

For jasmine

She callin me Ruga Aladdin

She my lil mermaid

I feed her Sebastian

Lobster

Let me go

Get this backend

Then I got ya

Cartier frames

On the eyes

Gotta watch ya

She topped the whole list

Had the clear the whole roster

Brooklyn chop house

Eating steak wit pasta

I need your love

I need your love