Lyrics:
on that pussy and make you happy Yo titties perky look 21 but yo I.D say thirty Take it all quit runnin from it uh uh bih quit squirmin She said you got
da Monti Don't give a fuck I'ts not me I'm da nigga u copy Da dick yo bitch riding N I don't mean lightly 2 43's we riding In da back no I.D At da
you get the picture Do you fuck I just think he’s that way inclined Well mind the time you sent me in for white wine For you and your mate whose I.D you
Because I've been secretly recording it Have you Welcome to I.D's and Late Teens
You see the team right beside me We was rollin 17 with no I.D We was focused on the money like a robbery This type of sauce couldn't win it in
pon yuh head like weave Man ah search fi a clue like steve Mi feel sick won't you be my IV Wah tek a trip mi get yuh I.D Man ah mac and him just a pc
see through who you are like an I.D Escape, baby just take off wit me I’m late, came through blowing gas wit my team Your date, yea that lul bit leavin
black dress that you ripped up in V.I.P Or them voicemails left on my phone No caller I.D We ain't gotta tell them What we do (Oh) We can keep all this
fuckin run the town So I slowed it down and campaigned it I swear to god my name is T R E N D Z Hoes wanna be right beside me When I'm VIP wit no I.D
booty bounce for a new pair of nikee (really) Gylii mighty Gylii ma Ginger shawty Like Regeemufin xo we living with no I.D Issa ride inn issa bad thin you
that you just really want to leave Then maybe we could see if we were meant to be Firesquad Nia Its me and i.D Next in line
ight then Unavailable no I.d My address 101 never mind street Keep me out your conversation That S*** make no compensation All we see is H***
sleeping right now I'm on my phone and you peeking You can face I.D it and shut it all down Girl you off on the deep end Saying things you dont mean
need the I.D You either ran or you flee'd I see the piece when they walking with the elite Top Dawg and Top Gunner gone hit em with out a tee Top off
i dont need no i.d This shit on my veins like if its n i.v Trying 2 b da goat like muhamad ali But the bitches call me t.e.d Am oldschool like some
you in you just need I.D Life ills can stumble and humble any man The Bible on me Let me let the fully auto blame Blum Blum Blum Blum The drum
dead eyes lookin for some funds and a cracked I.D Where did you go? Who the hell am I to say? Bless my soul with stillborn empathy I never used to feel
Reconciliation at a crime scene Finger pointings a way of giving out I.D's Rhetorical questions, followed by single why me's And right hands on the Bible didn't
CCB Walking round wit No I.d Even thou I'm not Jay Z PND come see me Ass clapping to this beat Aye Drop that thang to the street Aye Bring
to the 100's You having a bad day, I know cats who hold Ak's praying you want it Some days I feel hunted They killed my brother homie We ain't I.D the killer For
with it He so hot with it Cold with it (And we know) Flex Ain't gotta hate on me cause I'm up, next Everybody phony like a fake I.D so ima, check All
drinking 18 no i.d buying liquor And going through that only made my head bigger Im not upset and im not about to bicker Im doing good google me and all
boss Big bands Check my I.D Tick tock Big rock On the time piece (I told her man) I grow Fine slope No rewinding Grind slow I stroke On a dime
caller I.D And she’s watching to see if it’s me who is calling She won’t ring me to tell me we’re cool And I’m sitting here waiting for her like a fool
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