[Intro: King Iso]
Iso
Strange Music
Inmate shit
They said they want that raw shit again
Yeah
It's like, "Iso nigga, you can't stop" and they're like, "we need some more of that raw shit"
You know what I'm saying? (Uhu)
Fuck it nigga let's do it
[Verse 1: King Iso]
Ugh, I heard some niggas talking 'bout the kid again
It's weirdin' me out but I ain't thinking 'bout fitting in
Niggas be tripping, I really don't wanna listen
Apology, got a swisher and bicket that full of bickering
Roll it up and get lit again, hold on the .44
If you roll up on me get hit with it
Homie you know I'm with this shit
Funny friends I get rid of them
Sewing kit and the Ritalin
I got your bitch on my dick
And she throw the shit like she littering, ugh
I told them I was a little skitz
More than a fucking little bit
Throw it up like I had a pitch
Down in domestic somewhere like I just hit a bitch
That was fucking, I'm kicking this
I got Clintel, shoutout to my nigga Rittz
I'm blowing up and I'm getting rich
Better spend your pennies wise, bitch I'm really IT
It's finna get venomous when I'm lit again
Like a nigga was flicking his BIC and he hit his cigarette
Nowadays you gotta be a junkie to be killing shit
But not me because without a pill I still be limitless
You gotta be an idiot to tell me you're not feeling it
The bitches really lovin' me, the niggas looking hideous
And I don't give a shit about the nigga you been dealing with
Silly bitch, now picture me lickin' on your clitoris
Bitch, they know when I'm killing shit (Strong outcome)
Like Tech on his Thriller shit (Wrong album)
I'm a monk, still chip a bitch (Call Alvin)
Hella fresh how I'm drippin' it (Sauce fountain)
My peak I ain't hit the shit (Tall mountain)
Little nigga from the middle, get it? (Call Malcolm)
To this wicked shit, bitch I'm indigenous like I'm an Inuit Indian, ugh
Iso
Strange Music
Inmate shit
They said they want that raw shit again
Yeah
It's like, "Iso nigga, you can't stop" and they're like, "we need some more of that raw shit"
You know what I'm saying? (Uhu)
Fuck it nigga let's do it
[Verse 1: King Iso]
Ugh, I heard some niggas talking 'bout the kid again
It's weirdin' me out but I ain't thinking 'bout fitting in
Niggas be tripping, I really don't wanna listen
Apology, got a swisher and bicket that full of bickering
Roll it up and get lit again, hold on the .44
If you roll up on me get hit with it
Homie you know I'm with this shit
Funny friends I get rid of them
Sewing kit and the Ritalin
I got your bitch on my dick
And she throw the shit like she littering, ugh
I told them I was a little skitz
More than a fucking little bit
Throw it up like I had a pitch
Down in domestic somewhere like I just hit a bitch
That was fucking, I'm kicking this
I got Clintel, shoutout to my nigga Rittz
I'm blowing up and I'm getting rich
Better spend your pennies wise, bitch I'm really IT
It's finna get venomous when I'm lit again
Like a nigga was flicking his BIC and he hit his cigarette
Nowadays you gotta be a junkie to be killing shit
But not me because without a pill I still be limitless
You gotta be an idiot to tell me you're not feeling it
The bitches really lovin' me, the niggas looking hideous
And I don't give a shit about the nigga you been dealing with
Silly bitch, now picture me lickin' on your clitoris
Bitch, they know when I'm killing shit (Strong outcome)
Like Tech on his Thriller shit (Wrong album)
I'm a monk, still chip a bitch (Call Alvin)
Hella fresh how I'm drippin' it (Sauce fountain)
My peak I ain't hit the shit (Tall mountain)
Little nigga from the middle, get it? (Call Malcolm)
To this wicked shit, bitch I'm indigenous like I'm an Inuit Indian, ugh
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