yvngxchris - IRS Lyrics

Go to sleep and forget it, wake up and regret it
Lifestyle fast, where the f*ck am I headed?
Got me thinking that I'm finna die any second
Can't walk outside, a nigga just might get me
Look both sides of my shoulders and I stay ready
YVNGXWORLD on my shoulders and the weight heavy
Paranoid, go to sleep, mad 'cause you ain't text me
Pop my shit, "I'm not him" what you can't tell me
Zaza pack, I can't tap if it ain't smelly
The IRS, they want half 'cause I make money
Seventeen, that's just saying something
What you mean get the bass thumping

We back insidе of this bitch (We back)
She back it up like a truck (On God)
I crash insidе of a ditch (Skrt)
Did the dash, Chrissy hit and run
Who let the bad bitches hit the blunt?
Now I got lipstick, on my runtz
Hollow-tip this stick pack a punch
Bitch, I'm equipped wit' different guns
(fllt,fllt,grllt,bllt) Bitch, you're done
Kick-flip, hit a trick, I stunt
Set trips I know Crips & Bloods
Get the drop, take a trip and dump
Hell no, West Coast Cure hit me up
Beat the pot with my elbow, I'm whippin' up
I rock Crocs and the shell toe, I'm fly as f*ck
Call up gang from the jail phone, I say "Wassup"
D-Pluggo what it do? Nae Breezo, what it do?
I go three ho's coming through
Cock it back, reload, let it boom
Rocketship take the bitch to the moon
Two years ago I was on a Zoom
Ran up six figures in my dirty room
Now I'm f*cking bitches up in Cancun
Now it ain't a bitch that I can't do
Nowadays I pick but I can't choose
Steppin' into Rick's, shit's brand new
Give her to the gang, get her ran through
I dive inside the crowd like a pool
At night I'm outside with the wolfs
Got rich then stop trying up in school
My wrist i flood diamonds and jewels (wooooohooo)
Yall nigga's not famous
I got fat pockets
That mean im Rod Wavin'
My phone on DND, you hit me up I'ma call later
We could talk later, middle finger my haters
She ride AMG's in my brain, she a mind racer
You get yo' get back today, I get mine later
Stuff the tiki, zaza inside my paper
Pull up after the show I got time later
She runnin' it, she bombin' it
I'm lovin' it, I'm bombin' it
I'm hummin it, I'm lovin' it
Nick Cannon, the stick got a drum on it
If Im not havin' fun, then im done with it