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Idfk Video (MV)




Performed By: Kidd Whip
Language: English
Length: 2:20
Written by: Kidd Whip




Kidd Whip - Idfk Lyrics




(Ay bro ima be dead honest right now... I don't f*cking know, I really don't)
(Ay, nothin but bangers in here you know what I'm sayin?)

I don't f*cking know what the f*ck is up with you
Get the f*ck up out my way, You know me I can't fall through
With the yellow benz and the forty bands, I ain't ever trust a bitch that don't even like my friends
I got, slim pickens on these bitches with my moves
They got, all these rappers tryna tell me what to do
You should, know that I never follow rules
I'm with my gang and my bitches know I never like to lose

They be, balenciagas shit they ain't no Jimmy Choos
Know I try to tell my baby that it ain't no pick and choose
Cause I, work hard with the fear that I might lose
But you know we work together we be steppin on them fools

Shut your, mouth lil bitch
That's a swing and a miss
I be out here makin moves
You be huffin cat piss
That's why I got 30 thousand
Up here slapped up on my wrist
You know I can't be playin games
When you f*ck up all my shit

Ima, big dawg out here playin with the 6
If there's one thing that my father told me
Never trust a bitch
These are, big hoes offer Big Macs and they snitch
You know I'm never on my hoe shit bitch I'm always with my clique

I don't, f*cking know what the f*ck is up with you
Get the f*ck up out my way, You know me I can't fall through
With the yellow benz and the forty bands, I ain't ever trust a bitch that don't even like my friends
I got, slim pickens on these bitches with my moves
They got, all these rappers tryna tell me what to do
You should, know that I never follow rules
I'm with my gang and my bitches know I never like to lose

You know that I be, signing
Know these bitches want my finance
(Ay, yuh, lil bitch)

You be, garbage
Get your hands up off my robins
(Watch your hands, f*ck bitch)

This a, ransom
Whip my Glock out you be dancin'
(Whip it, ay, yuh)

Ima, prodigy
Best believe that you gon follow me
(Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
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(Ay bro ima be dead honest right now... I don't f*cking know, I really don't)
(Ay, nothin but bangers in here you know what I'm sayin?)

I don't f*cking know what the f*ck is up with you
Get the f*ck up out my way, You know me I can't fall through
With the yellow benz and the forty bands, I ain't ever trust a bitch that don't even like my friends
I got, slim pickens on these bitches with my moves
They got, all these rappers tryna tell me what to do
You should, know that I never follow rules
I'm with my gang and my bitches know I never like to lose

They be, balenciagas shit they ain't no Jimmy Choos
Know I try to tell my baby that it ain't no pick and choose
Cause I, work hard with the fear that I might lose
But you know we work together we be steppin on them fools

Shut your, mouth lil bitch
That's a swing and a miss
I be out here makin moves
You be huffin cat piss
That's why I got 30 thousand
Up here slapped up on my wrist
You know I can't be playin games
When you f*ck up all my shit

Ima, big dawg out here playin with the 6
If there's one thing that my father told me
Never trust a bitch
These are, big hoes offer Big Macs and they snitch
You know I'm never on my hoe shit bitch I'm always with my clique

I don't, f*cking know what the f*ck is up with you
Get the f*ck up out my way, You know me I can't fall through
With the yellow benz and the forty bands, I ain't ever trust a bitch that don't even like my friends
I got, slim pickens on these bitches with my moves
They got, all these rappers tryna tell me what to do
You should, know that I never follow rules
I'm with my gang and my bitches know I never like to lose

You know that I be, signing
Know these bitches want my finance
(Ay, yuh, lil bitch)

You be, garbage
Get your hands up off my robins
(Watch your hands, f*ck bitch)

This a, ransom
Whip my Glock out you be dancin'
(Whip it, ay, yuh)

Ima, prodigy
Best believe that you gon follow me
(Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
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