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steady - internet od lyrics

[chorus: iod]
(woah!)
pop out, we hit you with macs (uh huh)
you steady gettin’ attacked (woah)
we steady dumpin’ the mag (all out)
we gonna send him to bed (woah)
huh, she ridin’ the d*ck like a peg (oh)
we mad so we uppin’ the tec (tec)
you know that the cops, they be gettin’ suspicious
so we put the choppas inside of the shed
puttin’ my name in your song as a sneak diss, but you too broke to ask for a feature
as soon as we got to the room, that b*tch take off her makeup and now that b*tch look like a creature (ah!)
one of my brothas exclusively wear true religion, so he lookin’ like a preacher (uh*huh)
i put a beam on the chop, so when i point out all parts of your brain, it look like i’m a teacher (baow!)

[verse 1: iod]
pull up on b*tches, i’m hittin’ her next
she steady gettin’ attached (no)
i had to lay that to rest (uh*huh)
ho, i just want you for s*x (woah)
ho, i don’t want you for more, and ho, i don’t want you for less (no, no)
if the p*ssy is good then you walk in the store, and you tell ’em, “i’ll pay with amex” (amex)
stackin’ the money like blocks (blocks)
i hit that b*tch, and now she gettin’ blocked (blocked)
stickin’ to money, can’t f*ck with these thots (nah)
remember the name when i’m spinnin’ your block (baow!)
gucci drip down, spilled water on my socks (socks)
got all these earnings like i bought some stocks (stocks)
rolls royce ghost, so i travel with all of my brothas
like convoy, like security, cops (yeah)
canadian, so i’m rockin’ a gucci flannel i’m rockin’ a gucci flannel)
i bought me a whip, that’s worth more than your rental (it’s worth more than your rental)
my wrist always glisten, it look presidential (it look presidential)
diamonds all over from toes, to the dentals (to the muhf*ckin’ mental)
[chorus: iod]
(woah!)
pop out, we hit you with macs (uh huh)
you steady gettin’ attacked (woah)
we steady dumpin’ the mag (all out)
we gonna send him to bed (woah)
huh, she ridin’ the d*ck like a peg (oh)
we mad so we uppin’ the tec (tec)
you know that the cops, they be gettin’ suspicious
so we put the choppas inside of the shed
puttin’ my name in your song as a sneak diss, but you too broke to ask for a feature
as soon as we got to the room, that b*tch take off her makeup and now that b*tch look like a creature (ah!)
one of my brothas exclusively wear true religion, so he lookin’ like a preacher (uh*huh)
i put a beam on the chop, so when i point out all parts of your brain, it look like i’m a teacher (baow!)

[verse 2: pruxx]
i look at the bands, so i know that i made it (whole lotta cash)
h*ll nah, i ain’t basic
whippin’ the coupe, yeah, pruxx, he be racin’ (zoom!)
they call me amazing
trxple7, know we paper chasin’ (huh)
you know we chasin’ the caizin
if you want a feature, you know what you payin’ (huh)
you put a whole hunnid k in
you know we gettin’ the guap (ching)
33 thousand, we don’t never stop (bah!)
f*ck with the gang, we gon’ pull out the chop (brr, baow!)
f*ck with the gang, we gon’ make you rock (huh?)
f*ck a lil b*tch, she suckin’ my c*ck (gra!)
car got no keys, ain’t know how to unlock (wah!)
loyal to the bros, trxple7 on lock
hit ’em up (biggie, woah!) tupac
hop out the i8, we pop out
i need me a milly like right now
talkin’ that sh*t, you get gunned down
we have ’em buried by sundown
i got these bands, too much to count
i had to move, like two accounts
i put a mill in my bank account
i’m in the pent, i’m in the lounge
[chorus: iod]
(woah!)
pop out, we hit you with macs (uh huh)
you steady gettin’ attacked (woah)
we steady dumpin’ the mag (all out)
we gonna send him to bed (woah)
huh, she ridin’ the d*ck like a peg (oh)
we mad so we uppin’ the tec (tec)
you know that the cops, they be gettin’ suspicious
so we put the choppas inside of the shed
puttin’ my name in your song as a sneak diss, but you too broke to ask for a feature
as soon as we got to the room, that b*tch take off her makeup and now that b*tch look like a creature (ah!)
one of my brothas exclusively wear true religion, so he lookin’ like a preacher (uh*huh)
i put a beam on the chop, so when i point out all parts of your brain, it look like i’m a teacher (baow!)

- internet od lyrics

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