Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song IDC If U Be Ded, artist - Tkay Maidza. Date of issue: 19.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
IDC If U Be Ded |
| 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) |