IDK - King Alfred Plan (feat. Lil Yachty) lyrics
IDK [Jason Aaron Mills] London, England/Prince George's County, Maryland, U.S.
Lil Yachty [Miles Parks McCollum] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[IDK - King Alfred Plan feat. Lil Yachty lyrics]
Should there at any time become
A clear and present danger
Initiated by the radical elements
Threatening the operation of
The government of the United
States of America
Members of this radical element shall
Be transported to detention centers
Until such time as their
Threat has been eliminated code King Alfred
Uh, huh, uh, uh, uh, uh ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bring Obama back, tell 'em bring Obama back
(Back, back)
Got the Uzi and a cannon, where the drama at?
(Grrat, grrat) oh, they askin' for a favor
Where the commas at?
Uno, dos, tres, ayy, cuatro, cinco, seis, ayy
We shall overcome (Ayy)
And if we don't, bitch, you better run (Ayy)
They comin' with the sticks and the drums
(Ayy) the money make the band sound great
Buh buh-buh-buh
What's your rate? (What's your rate?)
I'd rather do the flight than wear a cape
(Phew) rIP to STP the Great (RIP)
SMG, we got it out the crate (SMG here)
Ring a bell and make a nigga late
Like, what it do, Bob?
This a warzone, send 'em to the gulag
They was talkin' shit, now they talk to 2Pac
Now they JFK with the roof off
Like we shall overcome (Ayy)
And if we don't, bitch, you better run (Ayy)
They comin' with the sticks and the drums
(Ayy) the money make the band sound great
Buh buh-buh-buh
Ayy, she know I'm daddy
So she goin' to Baghdad
Like a militant, I make the
Lil' bitch calm down, I'm a Ritalin
Talk behind my back
But, you actin' like you innocent
We no longer cool
Why you actin' like we friends again?
When bass up, make a check hit
I buy commercial real estate, not a necklace
Someone throw a brick at my stepfather Lexus
11106, that's the address, bitch
Ayy, Bowie, Maryland, just to be exact
He stole my mama house, ain't no G in that
Countin' up my own money
Now I'm free at last
Uno, dos, tres, ayy, cuatro, cinco, seis, ayy
We shall overcome (Ayy)
And if we don't, bitch, you better run (Ayy)
They comin' with the sticks and the drums
(Ayy) the money make the band sound shh
Bring Obama back, tell 'em bring Obama back
(Back, back)
Got the Uzi and a cannon, where the drama at?
(Grrat, grrat) oh, they askin' for a favor
Where the commas at?
Uno, dos, tres, ayy, cuatro, cinco, seis, ayy
Um, it's 1972, an election year
And, once again, Black people are running
For their lives
A clear and present danger
Initiated by the radical elements
Threatening the operation of
The government of the United
States of America
Members of this radical element shall
Be transported to detention centers
Until such time as their
Threat has been eliminated code King Alfred
Uh, huh, uh, uh, uh, uh ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bring Obama back, tell 'em bring Obama back
(Back, back)
Got the Uzi and a cannon, where the drama at?
(Grrat, grrat) oh, they askin' for a favor
Where the commas at?
Uno, dos, tres, ayy, cuatro, cinco, seis, ayy
We shall overcome (Ayy)
And if we don't, bitch, you better run (Ayy)
They comin' with the sticks and the drums
(Ayy) the money make the band sound great
Buh buh-buh-buh
What's your rate? (What's your rate?)
I'd rather do the flight than wear a cape
(Phew) rIP to STP the Great (RIP)
SMG, we got it out the crate (SMG here)
Ring a bell and make a nigga late
Like, what it do, Bob?
This a warzone, send 'em to the gulag
They was talkin' shit, now they talk to 2Pac
Now they JFK with the roof off
Like we shall overcome (Ayy)
And if we don't, bitch, you better run (Ayy)
They comin' with the sticks and the drums
(Ayy) the money make the band sound great
Buh buh-buh-buh
Ayy, she know I'm daddy
So she goin' to Baghdad
Like a militant, I make the
Lil' bitch calm down, I'm a Ritalin
Talk behind my back
But, you actin' like you innocent
We no longer cool
Why you actin' like we friends again?
When bass up, make a check hit
I buy commercial real estate, not a necklace
Someone throw a brick at my stepfather Lexus
11106, that's the address, bitch
Ayy, Bowie, Maryland, just to be exact
He stole my mama house, ain't no G in that
Countin' up my own money
Now I'm free at last
Uno, dos, tres, ayy, cuatro, cinco, seis, ayy
We shall overcome (Ayy)
And if we don't, bitch, you better run (Ayy)
They comin' with the sticks and the drums
(Ayy) the money make the band sound shh
Bring Obama back, tell 'em bring Obama back
(Back, back)
Got the Uzi and a cannon, where the drama at?
(Grrat, grrat) oh, they askin' for a favor
Where the commas at?
Uno, dos, tres, ayy, cuatro, cinco, seis, ayy
Um, it's 1972, an election year
And, once again, Black people are running
For their lives