Lyrics

[Intro]
I call him "No IG"
I call him "No IG"
[Chorus]
Claimin' bodies, but these **** told, these **** F-E-D
My lil' shooter ain't got no Instagram, I call him "No IG"
Famous over night, we put two of them **** on TV
I ain't tryna T up with these rappers, put you on a tee
[Verse 1]
He got walked down in broad daylight, nobody make a sound
I'll get you a lawyer, don't say shit, ****, just go to trial
Lego box on Dracos and my ammunition hundred rounds
Never been fucked with, **** can't even come around
Sights on all my Glocks, so when I see you, ****, I'ma gun you down
Run back to the car then hop back in that bitch like Baby Driver
Forgiato wheels, they all got F on 'em like Mr. Crocker
5L gang and 'bout this shit we slide every morning
We had to slide, like a show, ****, we out here performing
Bitch, I'm fried, but the opps got cooked
Fifty pairs of Rick Owens, **** wear 'em like Chucks
Runnin' up two racks, now I just call it double dutch
Yeah, you got a body, but in my gang, that's not enough
Triple homicide till they had put us up a point
[Chorus]
Claimin' bodies, but these **** told, these **** F-E-D
My lil' shooter ain't got no Instagram, I call him "No IG"
Famous over night, we put two of them **** on TV
I ain't tryna T up with these rappers, put you on a tee
[Verse 2]
I can't show the bitch no love, she want some TLC
Broad day shoot out in the parking lot, they lookin' for 3B
Famous overnight, two **** rolled, they talkin' 'bout R.I.P
Changin' overnight, that **** told, he should've L-I-E
If I die tonight, ****, tell your ho I'ma let you lie on me
Nothin' but this wife beat' and this rose gold diamond chain on street
I got my 5 back, and this shit just really only get bigger
3B, that's three hats on my body, swapped, get right with my ****
Rose gold diamond watch, rose gold diamond chain, my shit say "5"
Hot shit in your life, opp bitch better not post up outside
Dick off in your wife, full moon, 3B get to comin' alive
Gettin' these bitch **** out they skin, I'm gettin' tired of ****
[Chorus]
Claimin' bodies, but these **** told, these **** F-E-D
My lil' shooter ain't got no Instagram, I call him "No IG"
Famous over night, we put two of them **** on TV
I ain't tryna T up with these rappers, put you on a tee
Written by: Benji Blue Bills, Ivane Archvadze, Jaree Jackson Jr., Myles Packwood
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