IDC If U Be Ded - Tkay Maidza

Don’t you touch my stuff cause you can’t mess up with my confidence

Dont you cross my path or you gon' suffer from the consequence

Oh you try too much, but you don’t come up with the documents

I left your message on read (yeah)

I don’t care if you be dead (yaa)

Don’t you touch my stuff cause you can’t mess up with my confidence

Dont you cross my path or you gon' suffer from the consequence

Oh you try too much, but you don’t come up with the documents

I left your message on read (yeah)

I don’t care if you be dead (yaa)

Ghost a man Casper you know

Trynna go to mars like Bruno

Knock a bitch up like Juno

Knock a bitch out like judo

I’m the realest man with a culo

Eeny meeny i don’t want your doodle

I play my cards right like a duel

Double oo coming like google

Boom boom, fight night, fight night, fight night

I be getting checks like Nike

Shorty wanna dress like mine

No you can’t touch my mic

Always on 10, never pretend

Molly on hand, and 20 bands

Could buy a Glock, I’d rather not

Took all my shots

Aim for your head

Don’t you touch my stuff cause you can’t mess up with my confidence

Dont you cross my path or you gon' suffer from the consequence

Oh you try too much, but you don’t come up with the documents

I left your message on read (yeah)

I don’t care if you be dead (yaa)

Don’t you touch my stuff cause you can’t mess up with my confidence

Dont you cross my path or you gon' suffer from the consequence

Oh you try too much, but you don’t come up with the documents

I left your message on read (yeah)

I don’t care if you be dead (yaa)

Nigga want me done

But I’m-not, even, close

I’m just, getting, started

Kamikaze bun

Got 2 knifes up my socks

Fuzzy edges cutting

Tarantino blood, now flip to black white Kill Bill and his cousin

Owned that, pussy, wagon got-that Gas-lean, like-I'm, Ryan

Circled the block, hitta hit man

With a killa rim shot

Did a quick scan

Tilla get the fist hot

Bitch u ain’t ten you a

You a filler, big dot

Bullets, flip flop

Grid lock grid lock

Bitch you bin hot

Watch your hands

You finna get popped

Full offence my index

Built up

Like my privacy on lock

Don’t you touch my stuff cause you can’t mess up with my confidence

Dont you cross my path or you gon' suffer from the consequence

Oh you try too much, but you don’t come up with the documents

I left your message on read (yeah)

I don’t care if you be dead (yaa)

On a serious note

Sometimes you stuck like a pin in my throat

Honesty comes when I gather my thoughts

IDC if you will GTFO

Don’t touch my shit you be deep in my sauce

Deep in my feelings I need to let go

Leave me be and don’t be leaving no choice

Screaming so loud that I’m losing my voice

(It's just like, I don’t know)