Icha Gicha Kap G (Ft. Pharrell Williams)

[Intro: Kap G]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah, ayy, ayy, uh
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Yeah, ayy

[Verse 1: Kap G]
I wanna hit from behind
While you take a couple lines
Gimme good brain like Einstein
I know you heard it's my time
You see my people keep dyin'
And it don't make New York Times
This shit like Math and Division
You gotta carry the nine
She say, "Hey, do you do lines?"
I say, "No, I don't do lines"
She say, "Can I be your wife?"
I say, "No, just do my guys"
My partner's trappin' the zips
The nicks, and even the dimes
Can't even trust your best friend
I swear these niggas so slime
I hate when bitches be lyin'
I love when bitches be fine
Just 'cause you sippin' the lines
Don't mean you spittin' your rhymes
I keep the baddest, the Spanish, and fattest up in V Live
I keep a lot of felines but more money on my mind