Icewear Vezzo, Don Q - Experience lyrics

Yeah, Don
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

She know what's up, she ride with me
She gotta hold this Glizzy for me
That's my bitch, she got a business
I punch all her inventory
My homie posted on the strip
You know we gotta grip this .40
If my soldier make a hit, just trust me
It ain't Rick and Morty
I ain't worried 'bout you rappin' niggas
You ain't that familiar
I get love from the trappin'
Niggas 'cause I had experience
Creep so low
I damn near gotta crawl in like a caterpillar
Yeah, he told, he a rattin' nigga
But that cat'll kill you

Yeah, bitch, you know we really drillin'
Brick of fetti
I'ma sell them pills 'til
I make fifty million
Pop out at them niggas show
We hit shit in the building
Scurby nigga
Turn a rapper chain into some memorabilia
Dirty sipper, I'ma pour this drink
My cup filled to the ceiling
Pack of pills on me
I'ma take 'em like they penicillin
How I'm not gon' trap when my
Oldheads was really the kitchen?
With them pigeons, so if
Shit don't work out
Then I still can get 'em
Brodie told me them boys cappin'
We know niggas hurt
Hit that switch and cut the power off
End them niggas service
Or catch 'em lackin' at the crib
I damn near split the curtains
Pop two beans, pour me up a six
I love to sip with Percys
Remember takin' bird baths with
The bitch to Turkey
I had to go and get a bag, man
That shit was urgent
Everybody can't be a star
You need a Kendrick purpose
They comin' at the door
Since when you niggas get the curb?
Don't get peter rolled
I get 'em boys to green the go
Dirty .380 and I got it from the fiend I know
A scammer bitch
She send them numbers and give me the part
I ain't gon' lie, she
Really teach me, though
Long as I keep it low
But y'all be tweakin', though
See this Patek, she gon' fuck off rip
I barely speak to hoes
Big chopper, keep a broom
I'm tryna sweep the floor
I only fuck with shooters and the robbers
You niggas be with trolls

She know what's up, she ride with me
She gotta hold this Glizzy for me
That's my bitch, she got a business
I punch all her inventory
My homie posted on the strip
You know we gotta grip this .40
If my soldier make a hit, just trust me
It ain't Ricky Morty
I ain't worried 'bout you rappin' niggas
You ain't that familiar
I get love from the trappin'
Niggas 'cause I had experience
Creep so low
I damn near gotta crawl in like a caterpillar
Yeah, he told, he a rattin' nigga
But that cat'll kill you

It's a dirty game when
The shooters tellin'
That's a thriller
How he sayin' names? I seen
Killers tell on other killers
Caramel seats
I came up from sellin' that vanilla
I gotta keep me some protection
'cause my section gettin' realer
Most ain't make it to see twenty-five
So I was worried
They either died or got
Twenty-five from the jury
I know niggas you can't rob
They gon' die for that jeweler
I tell 'em, "Fuck it, if they catch you
We gon' slide 'til they buried"
Ain't no sense in dyin' over shit
That we can buy back
What, that boy gon' need a casket?
Tell his mama buy that
They slide through bangin' drums
It sound like the hi hat
It's in my aura and where I'm from
You know I can't disguise that

She know what's up, she ride with me
She gotta hold this Glizzy for me
That's my bitch, she got a business
I punch all her inventory
My homie posted on the strip
You know we gotta grip this .40
If my soldier make a hit, just trust me
It ain't Ricky Morty
I ain't worried 'bout you rappin' niggas
You ain't that familiar
I get love from the trappin'
Niggas 'cause I had experience
Creep so low
I damn near gotta crawl in like a caterpillar
Yeah, he told, he a rattin' nigga
But that cat'll kill you