Lyrics IDK - LONE feat. Lil Stackzz

Feeling delirious
Feeling so serious
You seem imperious
You got experience
We know they hideous
They all insidious
Think we hilarious
We got them serious threats

We go to high stakes
We finna get 'em to bow and pray
You feeling fly, hey
Feeling that shit gonna die, ay
You think you special
We'll show you a special

You feel regretful
All the repents full
Free run to Missouri
You seem all blurry
You took too many
Guess it was plenty

Feeling that shit, going ape, ay
Feel up a bitch, you on tape, ay
Gonna get rich, we go crazy
'Bout to go up, we on D-Day
Fuck him up, wearing a cloak
Fuck him up, we gotta go

We on the road, fucked it up
Leaving the gat, fucked it up
We got a rat, gotta attack
Gotta catch him by surprise
Gotta see if he alive, he will oblige
Gotta know he finna die
God he knows he was a spy
We do not lie

This is a time of feast
This ain't the time for beef
We gotta eat
This is for you to see
This is for you to bleed, my family
We gonna find you
We gonna blind you

She gonna tie you
She got the glock too
Pulling the trigger
Life is so simple
Souls for the fearful
You are the fearful

Dig low but my money up
Countin' bellied up, I'm semi'd up
Drivin' Henny up, it ride on twenties, yah
In the state, watch me whip that jack
This ain't an even race, I'm swervin' fast
Hands up on the dash, can't even see the lights

And I've popped a perc, sippin' lean
Dirty cup, Charlie Sheen
I met your hoe, said she want me
Her pussy ball like Mr. Clean
I popped two tens, got my eyes rolled up
Drop-top my Benz and a point on the phone
Got a glock, my wrench, but I switch on the hoe
So I spit on the floor, and I spit like your hoe

Yeah bitch I'm a dog, I'ma eat up the pussy
Told a bitch I'd better eat up her rookie
.44 Glock, gon' meet like bookie
Smoking on strong, that's right, that's cookie
I don't want your hoe, that hoe want me
Came to the crib, went back 'bout three
Vegetarian but she ate my meat
Yeah straight to my home, yeah straight to my jeans

Air is a pistol but built like a mob
Bussin' out those, I'ma kick, I don't knock
Sippin' on foes, yeah I'm sippin' on wack
Went and got drugs, and I went and got drugged
He know too much, but I know where he live
Let's start poppin' like Billy the Kid
I sippin' wack are you sippin' on piss
Mixin' it, deuce it, or walk right on trips