Ikea Rug

(AyeTM)

Told my brother, "You catch that **** who did it, I'll give you the ransom"

Told that bitch to bring her friends, I bring my friends, we link in Atlanta

Hope lil' bro gon' beat his case, they don't really see that shit on camera

You gotta worry 'bout who got the up first 'cause my cousin died with his hammer (Yeah)

Only reason opps got all that shit, they fuckin' with them scammers

He just hit a lick in Miami for all them bricks, he Montana

Where I'm from, we go off body counts, we don't go off bandanas

I done gave 'em all 'em guns and drugs, bitch, I think I'm Santa

All I see, a real **** in the mirror

All I see, a lot of robbers and some killers

All I see, a bunch of real-ass ****

All I see, a bunch of killers, bunch of killers, **** (Yeah, yeah)

False flaggin', throwin' up different gangs and shit

Hope when they get caught, them **** never bring up names and shit

Open cases, hangin' 'round 'em killers known as dangerous

That's the only thing I hate that's comin' with this fame and shit

That's lame as shit

Summertime, I be fuckin' up the static

You can't deny these **** claimin' all them bodies

I can't lie, if I go broke, I'm catchin' a robbery

They askin' why, but I can never give apology

Slow down, better watch that boy, he low down

And I heard that he be shootin' two-three switches when it go down

He used to walk around with a paint gun, I'm happy that he pro now

Suckin' dick like she a pro now, but I told that bitch slow down, she a low down

I record with a Off-White mat from IKEA

Paranoid, we just gon' ride around till we see 'em

Tug of war, these **** tryna steal ideas

Check the score, them **** cryin' all on my DM, yeah