KJ RETTA IXY

[Verse 1: Kj2Ugly]
Wake up out my sleep bitch I'm tryna' make ah bag
If I'm in this bitch with all my gang, we on yo ass
That n***a dissin' on my name prolly cuz his hoe trine smash
I'm riding with the gang and we all got a mask
Wait, bro I'm gon' fuck that bitch then pass
Got that shit it's on my ass
I fuck his hoe then say my bad
I'm with yo bitch in Gucci bag
I'm wit yo bitch in Louis bag
Bra I'm jus trine get inside my bag
She be like "what?" I be like bag

[Verse 2: Barretta]
This n***a tried jugg me yeah I'm on his ass
Why this bitch trine fuck me for my bag?
N***as pussy rookie comin' last
Bro gon blow the spot up with that frag
Watch how I sip my drank nd its gon' last
Me and Kj runnin' do the dash
I can't fuck that bitch she don't got ass
You on my dick bitch why you ain't ask?
She gon fuck me quick I gotta pass
In the restroom I might blow her back
Why the fuck I leave without my strap?
I can't go out like that boy who lacked
Fuck it jus give me the stash
I'm on a drill with Kj and wе masked
And that boy he get flippеd like a bottle no cap
Why this n***a wan diss and he can't even rap?
I'm on the live and these n***as wan chat
Talkin' bout this talkin' bout that
N***a you can't even touch a lil band with yo ass
You just a fan, how bout get back?
Get this advance and I go get a plaque
Ride with my n***as we always collab
You only smokin' on boof that's not thrax
If I catch you outside then I'm droppin' a hat
[Verse 3: ixybxy.999]
My gun Ice Spice it's a munch
These n***as sweet like captain crunch
Chop on my back so I walk wit a hunch
I just spent sum you'll never touch
Roll you in a wood it ain't no dutch
Shot in his face no crutch where he goin'
You asked "wassup?" when you already knowin'
If I show dat fye den bitch I'm blowin'
I'm with Retta they like "yuh"
I'm with Kj I'm like "bitch"
G22 it look fye as hell and bitch came wit extench
Came with extensions n***a
Better get to yo detention n***a
Beat yo granddaddy ass and we gon' steal his pension n***a (on gang!)
Flow switch go to crazy
99 problems bitch not 1 Jay Z
Hop on this bitch I don't rap like I'm lazy
We tote illegal guns feel like the navy
These n***as crying bitch you is a baby
Drugs in the locker like Jones call me Davy
I'm riding round and I'm in a Mercedes
It ain't not 1 n***a saying he made me
Cuz n***a I'm self-made
N***a its IXYGANG fuck what yall n***as talmbout