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Haha (Ah-haha), the fuck?
Hahaha
Yeah (Working, nine-three-two)
Yeah, yeah

Uh, took back the Porsche, I was drivin´ too fast
Got caught in Carolina, now I gotta do court
Never ever, ever break bread to be layin´ in a bed with no bitch who ain´t part of your story
Hermès blanket with the Hermès sheets with the Hermès pillow, I´ma Hermès snore (He hasn´t slept in probably, uh, seven days)

Me and ian fire out your suite
We kickin´ shit in, we kickin´ your motherfuckin´ door
Sleep on me back then, them folks done woke up, back then I was poor
LeBron in my pants, I got Glock 23, I´m talkin´ ´bout Michael Jordan

They be like, "ian, you been duckin´?" Why is that my bad?
I tell a bitch, "I got bored"
She got no interest in learnin´ about my past, that bitch wanna spend my money
Lil´ ass deal just hit, you can bet your ass, he already spent that hundred (Ha)
Skinny-ass pants, I can´t even fit my bands inside these fuckin´ Purple
Skinny-ass blunt, and I´m still gettin´ high as hell, ´cause this shit fuckin´ purple
Fine shit, I got this bitch fine as hell, she don´t need no fuckin´ surgeon
Y´all boys be like, "Damn, my bitch love ian, I can´t fuckin´ stand him"
I keep waking up lost again and again, I need some fuckin´ answers

Shit been gettin´ pricy with these brands, I start to fuckin´ shoplift
Everybody gettin´ geeked up on these drugs, everybody fuckin´ pop shit
Me and ian done smoked too many blunts, man, inside the fuckin´ cockpit
We perform this shit, we goin´ crazy, get inside the fuckin´ moshpit
Every fit I put on, this shit go crazy, niggas try to fuckin´ copy
Every fit I put on, that shit look lazy, I´m still fuckin´ ballin´
Took her out to eat, she ain´t order that much, but she damn sure ate when we both got home
Lil´ ho a ten, but she talk too much
I´m the only one ever that´s told her, "No"

I know the ho was gon´ come, when she brought one friend, I knew the lil´ ho was gon´ go
I went out, I ain´t gotta have a fire in my pants, I ain´t gotta post at the store (Go)

Youngin, I´m rich as hell, and my face card good in the streets, and I still get the bags for the low (Go)
Yo, this a weak-ass beat (Fye), I´ma still run this bitch, ´cause I´m still tryna work on my flow (Alright)
Semi-automatic, fully-automatic, young nigga hop out, look like a pro (Grrt, grrt, grrt)
Niggas swear he got it, nigga never had it, I don´t wanna hang with you, boy, you a ho (Alright)
I´m really a bad influence, I shouldn´t be hangin´ with ian (I shouldn´t be hanging )

I´m lookin´ for fine shit, young nigga came with LAZER and no, I ain´t talkin´ ´bout beams (Fuck, fuck, fuck)
Nigga, you dead wrong, why you is you blowin´ my phone up knowin´ I´m high off the lean? (Alright)
Nigga tryna reach for the chain, I beat breaks off his ass like Rodney King
Why the fuck I go last on the song? The next time, nigga, I´m startin´ the beat
Nigga, we safe in the hood, told ian, "You good ´cause nigga, you ridin´ with me" (Nigga, you ridin´ with me)
I ain´t gon´ trip ´bout a bitch, can´t trip ´bout a bitch, these hoes caught my dub and a pizza (Alright)
Dumb-ass nigga, and you never gon´ make it off rappin´, that shit you been droppin´ is weak (Weak-ass sh )