Lyrics:
IT'S CRIME AND THE FINEST SHIT
SLICE OR BRIBE, FUCK A PUNISHMENT
STILL SHOW SECURITY THE SAME I.D. I CHOP ROCK WITH
NIGGAS TRYNA TEST, OKAY WHOSE BITCH
with me they ten they solid
No I.D. I ain't got no wallet
Keep fih' on me i get the poppin
No red light nigga it ain't no stopping
Stay Winnen here we up
she won't ever know the name
Drive me insane you be all up in my brain
I don't show I.D. I just gotta show my face
I been on the wait list
You been
beep beep
She got my songs on repeat
She know I'm lit that's why she on me
Before I fuck need to see some I.D.
I just hit up 3K Cheeze
Told that boy yea
Im spittin all these bars
Not no one hit wonder yeah Im gonna get far
Im gonna get far Im gonna get far
You need an I.D. I just need my face card
Imma
like TLC
We just be creepin', damn
I know you hate that
I just put my coochie right where his face at, damn
I treat my Glock like my I.D.
I pull up, I
healing. Who am I? With all this madness I see
My identity's with the Lord. Can't expire this I.D.
I believe, I believe. Oh that he views me highly
A good
love, doing me lately,
Like, I don't give a fuck what they say about me.
I.D. I be in the club where the honey and the bees at,
One girl not enough she
Touch I.D. I see Illuminati
Drodian gear is all over my body
What's old is new
What's new gets old
Gotta keep searching for what fills your soul.
But
telling me to cut
When I was eighteen
I bought a fake I.D.
I was cruising around Vegas like McLovin
Man I'd kill to be a kid again
Forever young is
hear them
I don't show my I.D. I used my face card
And I work hard, but I play harder
Smacked her on her ass like I'm her father
Can't wait to have a son
need his ass
You can’t shake em line em up I’ll delete his ass
Shorty grabbed my G lock left her I.D. I told her rush out
Brodie got some smoke h*e take
ass personality & picture perfect facelift
That's a Fake i.d.
I hate to be the one to say it
Baby, may i speak
That you were made in the image of god
Sittin' over here with my boy Lil Deezy
Let him get a verse now, baby
Can't see straight, but I got an I.D.
I promise I don't drive crazy (crazy)
want me up in your hot box, I need to see I.D.
I treat Rap like the raptors, I be getting my Kobe on
Drop 81 lightly, go in on every beat that they throw
brain spilled inside your fitted
Fabolous, the only way to I.D. him is in a Five BM
puffin' sticky green 'till my eyes be slim
operate with more chips
the black jag cougar
You ain't feel nothin'
Until the ripper ray do ya
I know this I.D. kinda look fake to ya
But you know I'm constantly club rockin'
begin
So get out your fake eyelashes
And fake I.D.s
And real disasters ensue
It's cool to take these chances
It's cool to fake romances
And grow
Ali
I might be leavin' 'em bleedin', no I.D.
Nigga, I
They disappeared, no * * *
Don't trust nobody, this shit is weird
This shit is real, I
to see me
So I put on the spydie's took out my I.D. and
I have to keep the knife right behind me till ya by me
I was in the bathroom shakin the dick off
a hit somebody baby mama from behind
She get it free, she don't need no I.D. she V.I.P.
Join the booty contest, and walk away with a G
Oh MI-oh-ma,
your brain inside your fitted
Fabolous, the only way to I.D. him is in a five BM
Puffin' sticky green 'till my eyes be slim
Operate with more chips
when I gave her my I.D.
What the hell happened to me?
What the hell happened
I wish I knew
What the hell happened
Not so much I can do
Got
mohair suits
So please show your I.D. at the door
This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house
It seems like this whole town's insane
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