Stream DENiM here: https://stem.ffm.to/denim Subscribe to IDK channel for new music, updates, and behind the scenes footage: http://bit.ly/Sub-to-IDK Text: +1-301-691-2783 Check out more IDK here: Soundcloud – / jayidk1 Twitter – / idk Insta – / idk Facebook – / tribeidk Lyrics Uh-huh, uh Check, check, yeah Uh-huh, yeah Sitting on cloud nine but it’s really my couch Pierre Jeanerret’s, the original ones Not the ones they get for five hundred to dress up they house I’m single boy, single boy, no girl or no spouse Crib be quiet as a mouse, don’t smoke but I can make it loud With the push of a text, I’m texting your bitch She exit your shit to push up and get hit I need to tone it down The neighbors complaining, the HOA sayin’ I’m sayin’ I don’t know what they sayin’ I’m never in town Don’t disrespect my intellect My GLS be at the intersection when we intersect She look like she innocent, I’ma change it in a sec **** balling for they bitches till I come and intercept Now they bawling for they bitches, Devin Booker with the tears Cotton flower jeans to show you that spring in the air Yeah, we see you sitting there, but your name ain’t on this chair Motherfucker, we don’t care, yeah I put my cheddar where my mouth is just to keep my mouth fed Thought the green would get respect but all I got was grouches **** getting grumpy ’cause they can’t relate, it’s funny How they use the energy for winning on the hate But when they see my clique, they turn to mouses I’ll show you how my clout hit every time your doubt hit And realize the shit in which they really do amount hit The motherfuckin’ fad ‘Cause I could never be the one Tryna ball for these bitches, Devin Booker with the tears Cotton flower jeans to show you that spring in the air Yeah, we see you sitting there, but your name ain’t on this chair Motherfucker, we don’t care, yeah Sittin’ on your whole year but it’s really my couch Pierre Paulin, this the original one Cost fifty bands, all in just to put in my house The replica like fifteen, you can check the amount If we ain’t talking money, IDK what we talking about Fly shit, the house came with wings, **** If they ain’t laughing at your dreams, then you gotta dream bigger I seen **** talking down when I was down, now I’m up Copped the 911 just to tell these ****, “Eat my dust” Keep a heater tucked for **** sneaking up, he think he tough If he try my hand, then I’ma call his bluff No, I don’t believe in luck Try to slime me out, I wipe his nose like his shit was stuffed The jig is up, I’m the big the dog, you just a lil’ pup ****, what? I’m back outside, never been one to hide Streets said Unique might’ve died, but Joey still alive Done playing games with you ****, ain’t letting nothin’ slide What’s the vibe? I could never be the one Tryna ball for these bitches, Devin Booker with the tears Cotton flower jeans to show you that spring in the air Yeah, we seen ’em sitting there, scratch his name up off the chair Motherfucker, we don’t care, yeah
