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Idk - Keto Lyrics

[Intro: IDK]
I think he might ask for the cash in exchange for the clash
That's right (Right, right)
If I hit CashApp, press send, okay on the bag
It's on sight (Sight, sight)
He might hit you with the right
He might take a nigga life
He might hit you with the right
He might take a nigga life

[Verse 1: IDK]
He might walk down with a stick
Get you outside when he see where you live
Get you inside, by the baby, by the crib
He don't give a fuck who you are, who you is
Yessir, it's going down like New York metro
These niggas want gas, he got that petrol
So please don't slack 'cause he got that dress code
And if you wanna stop he gon' bring that "Let's go"
Green light, creep with it
Creep with it, creep with it
Red light, stop
Pop-pop then off with his top
Go off on a opp, get lost when he drops
Said dead, no alive, so he already got
Block already hot, feds looking for a drop
But nobody tell 'cause the hood shell-shocked
[Chorus: City Rominiecki & IDK]
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
At the club fuckin' bread up on some keto shit
Said I used to play the background on some Tito shit
Now I'm the one that take the shot and you know he don't miss
He might hit you with the right
He might take a nigga life
He might hit you with the right
He might take a nigga life

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
Paper-talkin' and speakin' (Yeah)
Playin' dirty, this bitch is cheatin' (Cheatin')
Try and set a nigga up again (Again)
I'll light this bitch up with a ten (Ten, ten)
Put the cash in the bag, I need it (Need it)
Hit a nigga with the right-left either (Boom)
Sin City, rockin' Jesus pieces (Pieces)
On top, it's the way I see it (I see it)
Club packed but my drink don't spill
Turn a lil' nigga to roadkill (Roadkill)
Pockets fat, they overwhelmed (Yeah)
All the bad bitches come over here (Ah)
All the bad bitches—
All the bad bitches come over here
All the bad bitches—
All the bad bitches come over here
[Verse 3: Rico Nasty & City Rominiecki]
Yeah, don't put it past me
I gave you my number, it was really a text-free
You be where the pussy is, I be where the cash be
I be where the check be, that's why they be checkin'
I'm makin' all these plays, these bitches can't intercept me
Make a nigga think he got it but I'm really pretending
Yeah, he think it's all love, I don't really got none
I don't care what he think 'cause I never gave a fuck

[Chorus: City Rominiecki & IDK]
Don't start no shit, won't be no shit
At the club fuckin' bread up on some keto shit
Said I used to play the background on some Tito shit
Now I'm the one that take the shot and you know he don't miss
He might hit you with the right
He might take a nigga life
He might hit you with the right
He might take my stepfather li—1