[Verse 1: IDK] Twenty-four-seven, I'm a real one I ain't got no money problems, I ain't got no children Dodgin' baby mama drama, oop, that's a close one Ass like a horse, but a face like she wholesome Uh (Uh), Wholefoods shoppin' And she work out every day, you know them nudes poppin' Stomach on apple cider vinegar, she do somethin' to me Good sex, got you thinkin' me and you somethin', thought it was Ayy, thought it was, thought it was Four-fives, two tens, that's a dub, that's a dub Say she just graduated, I'm in love, I'm in love Say she like to do the lounge, she don't fuck with the clubs My type, my type, like Saweetie, my type Like Biggie, if the head right, I'm there all night Like Yeezy, when I see it, I'ma hit it on sight Like Kendrick Lamar, we gon' be al—
[Chorus: IDK] When I used to shoot my shot, you a matrix Now you reappear, but I hate tricks, look Nobody likes a fake ho, bitch Love who I am, not my bankroll, but I'm up, so that is not realistic Shoot my shot, then I check the ballistic Shoot my shot, then I'm on to the next one Shoot my shot, no stress when I'm sextin', uh
[Verse 2: Offset] Shoot my shot, Steph Curry, it's a swish (Swish) Gucci or Dior, you come explore the way I live ('Xplore) Bentayga for baddies, put the Chrome Heart on your drip (Chrome) Add up, mathematics, it's like magic, way it flip (Magic) Look at the tone (Ooh, she grown), brown skin just like the Patek on my arm (Brown) Bounce it, you get allowance, icy charm (Bounce) Fountain, I make it rain, a thunderstorm (Splash) Private flights and private nights, nobody knowin' (Shh) Told her she was fuckin' with the one, they was snorin' (Snorin') Sleepin' on me, woke 'em up, alarm (Wake up) Niggas hatin', I don't even know like, "How you doin'?" (Hi) 'Fore I got this rich, I wasn't shit, my life was ruined (Hey) Drivin' in my coupe today, my window tinted, eat the plate (Woo, woo) Eat the plate like Anna Mae, do it and she take the bait Million-dollar nigga, put one million in lil' Kody safe (One million) I dress in the coldest way, backdoor, I just stole a base
[Chorus: IDK] When I used to shoot my shot, you a matrix Now you reappear, but I hate tricks, look Nobody likes a fake ho, bitch Love who I am, not my bankroll, but I'm up, so that is not realistic Shoot my shot, then I check the ballistic Shoot my shot, then I'm on to the next one Shoot my shot, no stress when I'm sextin', uh
[Verse 3: IDK] These hoes don't respect my grind (Ayy, ayy) She callin' rain checks, don't respect my time (Ayy, ayy) Callin' rain checks 'cause she know she a dime (Ayy, ayy) I make that bitch bounce, I'm Bank of America (Ayy) I got Sydney and Erica, I got Stacy in Maryland I got plenty of hoes, don't make me make no comparison I should've married these hoes but I'ma calm back down Got the Maybach, ask her how she gon' act now
[Chorus: IDK] When I used to shoot my shot, you a matrix Now you reappear, but I hate tricks, look Nobody likes a fake ho, bitch Love who I am, not my bankroll, but I'm up, so that is not realistic Shoot my shot, then I check the ballistic Shoot my shot, then I'm on to the next one Shoot my shot, no stress when I'm sextin', uhTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
