I.L.Y.2 - WALK UP

If I walk up, got a six-point shooter
In the E30, screaming out the window
Don't do it
I've been moving, had a second to kill
Until you blew it
She be screaming out my name
She be calling me Judas
If I walk up, got a six-point shooter
In the E30, screaming out the window
Don't do it
I've been moving, had a second to kill
Until you blew it
She be screaming out my name
She be calling me Judas

Got a hundred on the meter
Hundred dollars and a dime bag
Fucking with an older bitch
I pick her off the wine rack
Spilled lean on my heaters
I ain't worried bout a price tag
Please fight back, please do it
Raise your white flag
Pull up in the blacked-out beamer E30
Got every show packed out
The bitches wanna hear me
I been flexing chrome Cubans
Like I bought 'em straight from Hermes
Mix a tabby with a perky
What kills me can never hurt me

If I walk up, got a six-point shooter
In the E30, screaming out the window
Don't do it
I've been moving, had a second to kill
Until you blew it
She be screaming out my name
She be calling me Judas

We unforgettable
Big moves off an edible
Stronger than incredible
My brain turned to a vegetable
I took to many chemicals
And now I'm unpresentable
Well if you feeling skeptical
You missed out I'm a spectacle
Fuck your bestie and your man
Same time
Bitch I am bisexual
I feel like Miley with the damage
Bitch I am the wrecking ball
I came in with the silence
And I end you like expendables
Fuck your weak ass medical
I'm smoking biochemicals
Popping red and blue pills
Now I'm stuck inside the matrix
Face it I'm the king of my city
Yall need the basics
I saw your girl in the club
I swear to God I needed Lasik
Cause that bitch was a dud
I wouldn't even let her taste it

If I walk up, got a six-point shooter
In the E30, screaming out the window
Don't do it
I've been moving, had a second to kill
Until you blew it
She be screaming out my name
She be calling me Judas

Written by:
Brett Marshall, Cleve Cook

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