Idk - Keto lyrics

[Intro: IDK] I think he might ask for the cash in exchange for the clash That's right (Right, right) If I hit CashApp, press send, okay on the bag It's on sight (Sight, sight) He might hit you with the right He might take a ni**a life He might hit you with the right He might take a ni**a life [Verse 1: IDK] He might walk down with a stick Get you outside when he see where you live Get you inside, by the baby, by the crib He don't give a fu*k who you are, who you is Yessir, it's going down like New York metro These ni**as want gas, he got that petrol So please don't slack 'cause he got that dress code And if you wanna stop he gon' bring that "Let's go" Green light, creep with it Creep with it, creep with it Red light, stop Pop-pop then off with his top Go off on a opp, get lost when he drops Said dead, no alive, so he already got Block already hot, feds looking for a drop But nobody tell 'cause the hood shell-shocked [Chorus: City Rominiecki & IDK] Don't start no sh*t, won't be no sh*t At the club fu*kin' bread up on some keto sh*t Said I used to play the background on some Tito sh*t Now I'm the one that take the shot and you know he don't miss He might hit you with the right He might take a ni**a life He might hit you with the right He might take a ni**a life [Verse 2: Swae Lee] Paper-talkin' and speakin' (Yeah) Playin' dirty, this b*tch is cheatin' (Cheatin') Try and set a ni**a up again (Again) I'll light this b*tch up with a ten (Ten, ten) Put the cash in the bag, I need it (Need it) Hit a ni**a with the right-left either (Boom) Sin City, rockin' Jesus pieces (Pieces) On top, it's the way I see it (I see it) Club packed but my drink don't spill Turn a lil' ni**a to roadkill (Roadkill) Pockets fat, they overwhelmed (Yeah) All the bad b*tches come over here (Ah) All the bad b*tches— All the bad b*tches come over here All the bad b*tches— All the bad b*tches come over here [Verse 3: Rico Nasty & City Rominiecki] Yeah, don't put it past me I gave you my number, it was really a text-free You be where the pussy is, I be where the cash be I be where the check be, that's why they be checkin' I'm makin' all these plays, these b*tches can't intercept me Make a ni**a think he got it but I'm really pretending Yeah, he think it's all love, I don't really got none I don't care what he think 'cause I never gave a fu*k [Chorus: City Rominiecki & IDK] Don't start no sh*t, won't be no sh*t At the club fu*kin' bread up on some keto sh*t Said I used to play the background on some Tito sh*t Now I'm the one that take the shot and you know he don't miss He might hit you with the right He might take a ni**a life He might hit you with the right He might take my stepfather li—