I.P.A. (Illicit Players Anthem) ft. FAUSTOE Lyrics

I don't give a fuck about what anyone thinks

I'm just tearin' up the game like I do every week

SevenDayz SevenWayz is what I preach when I speak

Hater repellent on me

So careful how you breathing

I be

Chiefin' on that potent

Sippin' on my potion

Handling my business

Fuck the commotion

I ain't with the bullshit

Always been exclusive

Top notch bitches

Switching positions

Lyrics been explicit

You should take a listen

I don't need permission

To get to the mission

Never been a quitter

You should ask your main bitch

I ain't even hit it

But she already dripping

Yea, that's a five thirty I when I swing through

Seventeen gallon body when I pump fuel

Tinted windows on me, Haters tryna see through

What you want foo

I ain't got the time for no lazy ass bitch

Look at it closely

Got no watch on my wrist

It ain't hard to tell

That I'm not new to this shit

I been down ever since

I was running from the pigs

Ever since I was a youngin' kickflippin' shit

Fuckin' up the scene

Crispy clean, making it look easy than it seems

We want all the smoke

We condone it

The bottles of Champ we done poured it

The IPAs already ordered

The junts have been rolled up

She makes eye contact when she sucks it up

Babygirl fucks it up

You can tell by how I bust a nut

Yaooooooo

I want all the fucking smoke

If I don't see the stacks then I wont fucking go

My time expensive I ain't pulling up for nothing broke

Oh that's your bitch

Yea not while she's around me tho

Straight fax

I pull up And light up the eighth bags

My money get clean with the Ajax

I'm goodie I don't have to chase bags

If you broke then you broke then just say that

But I stay on the gas like a Maybach

I be dripping too much on the way back

If you scared of the shine then just stay that

I be walking in like I'm the shit, because I am

I'm the real and y'all don't fucking understand

And that's on gang

Flip a bag and reach one hundred grand

Then spend it all on the bitches that don't use they hands

Hold up

I'm back to the bag what's the hold up

I be drinking champagne in the gold cup

I be smoking on loud when I show up

I be getting the cream like a donut

I be back on my shit givin' no fucks

Got stones on my neck bout to glow up

I been doing it right since I showed up

Show up and I show out

Levitating with a dank cloud

That's without a doubt

Peaking off psilocybin

Wonderin' where my mind went

Should've scaled the last stem

Hit her with the strong dick

Aw shit damn

I'm gone off the bong rip

Long trip damn I yawn playing y'all shit

Naw bitch damn

I ball like Gasol did

Hit 'em with the left, right

On sight

I ain't been the same since

That night

Rebounding off the glass

No Dwight

If I hit it once

Bet I hit it twice

If I hit once bet I did it right

Giving y'all the sauce

On the goods

With a better price

Got this shit locked down with the pen

And I

Know you can't drown in the dough

When it turn to ice

Thaw it out

Claim to be solid

I'm gone flaw it out

Twenty Twenty Eye vision

I'm gone scope it out

See the juras pullin' up

We don't make a sound

But I'm as loud as I wanna be

Yea we pulling up

Y'all know what it's gonna be

Big Khern$

FAUSTOE

With the energy

Better check your tone

Cause the boy not as cool as me