Idk Square Up Lyrics

[Intro: IDK]
Uh
Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Woah, woah, woah, uh

[Pre-Chorus: IDK]
I might hop out and EuroStep all on your heart
These bitches is thinking they ballin' with me
Look, my future is bright, so don't play no parts
In wasting my time, my time ain't cheap
They was sleeping like Z Z Z, now I'm like, "See, see, see"
I shoot my shot long-range, I feel like CP3, uh

[Chorus: IDK]
Square up
Beat it up, f*ck your hair up
Pretty girl like Clairo
Nice twins like Tamera
She ride dick like Doja Cat
That's what I think, I don't know the cat
She wanna know, wanna see where it's at
f*ck me, no going back

[Verse 1: IDK]
I got that dick that'll mess up your life
Girl, banging with me is gon' come with a price
You know some of these niggas is married in life
But I come with that dick that don't come with no wife
You keep throwing it back, ain't no throwing no rights
I keep giving you game, I ain't taking advice
If it's love in the air, I just throw up the kite
Then I bring my ass back if we run outta line

[Pre-Chorus: IDK]
Said I hop out and EuroStep all on your heart
If you bitches is thinking you ballin' on me
Look, my future is bright so I don't want no parts
In no negative time, bitch, my time isn't cheap
They was sleeping like Z Z Z, now I'm like, "See, see, see"
I shoot my shot long-range, I feel like—

[Chorus: IDK]
I hit the p*ssy like square up (Beat it up)
Beat it up, f*ck your hair up
Pretty girl like Clairo
Nice twins like Tamera
She ride dick like Doja, baby That's what I think, I don't know the baby
She wanna know, wanna see where it's at
You f*ck me, ain't going back

[Bridge: IDK & Juicy J]
Bitch, don't call my phone no more
I ain't got no time for you fake ass hoes (Yeah, ho)
Bitch, don't call my phone no more (Yeah, ho)
I ain't got no time for you fake ass hoes (Yeah, ho)
Bitch, don't call my phone no more (Yeah, ho)
I ain't got no time for you fake ass hoes (Yeah, ho)
Bitch, don't call my phone no more (Yeah, ho)
I ain't got no time for you fake ass hoes (Yeah, ho)
(Yeah, yessir)

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Bad lil' bitch from the 'Gram
Head good, she might get a gift
Say she a ride or die
I said, "Good, bitch, ride in the Lyft"
She can't wait to get a piece of me
I tell her get all she can eat
She ain't never made the honor roll
All I see is them double-Ds
Baby girl lowkey deserve a trophy
How she chewing on the wood with no teeth
How she make a tidal wave with both cheeks
Woo, I might OD
Rich nigga, know that's a fact
Got your ho now you know that's a rap
You keep calling tryna know where she at
I f*ck her once, she ain't going back

[Chorus: IDK]
Square up
Beat it up, f*ck your hair up
Pretty girl like Clairo
Nice twins like Tamera
She ride dick like Doja Cat
That's what I think, I don't know the cat
She wanna know, wanna see where it's at
f*ck me, no going back

[Outro: IDK]
She said she getting tired of the average dick
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She said she getting tired of the average dick
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