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Ian even gon lie like

They ain't think I had it in me man

Just gotta prove em wrong

They gon try to paint the picture like you switched up, when you made it

Mm, Yea

I'm going my hardest

I'm really retarted

Don't show up at parties

I'm crashing the party

Gas stank like I farted

I'm shooting like harden

Don't ask me for favors

Remember you partly

Asked for a feature they looking surprised

I hopped in the booth and went in on the guys

I'm chasing these Ms like M on the side

She chocolate oh my I got me a dime

I'm harder than ever

I gotta endeavor

My baby my lever

I'm pushing the pedal

My girl yea she wetter

Got racks like a teller

I go to the bank

And it's open whenever

Ima get cheese as long as it's blue

White on the outside but cream in the coupe

He talkin that gangsta but won't bust a move

She all in my phone he don't got a clue (Haha)

I'm racking up digits

White diamond like pigeon

He didnt have the vision

I cooked it like kitchen

Now I got the Vision

Im taxing them tickets

No free for the business

Aint doin no dissing

Spoke on my name now buddy is fearing me

I got the song that'll play for a century

They ain't gon do shit but watch me on pillories

Fake niggas mad they never was real to me

Tell them don't call me back ever (Mm, mm)

Don't write me cuz I don't do letters (Mmhm)

It's hot but I'm wearing a sweater

Heart cold anemic whatever

I'm cool but it's back to the basics

Hardest out my niggas let's face it

She making him beg and he chasin

For the streets I knew she could trace it (Damn)

Her skin it's the cleanest

My bit she the meanest

You can't get a hey

Or not even a penny

I'm on that gelato

It's hot just like phoenix

He throwing a tantrum

He broke and I mean it

Shoutout to T.O I went to the P.O

And sent him some game not talking bout Chiqo

I got on my jewelry it's pulling my neck

Tennis no court baguette every check

Lied to my face and then asked for a dub

Didn't wanna touch me cuz I was a scrub

Naw bit you ugly can't get in my tub

Dirty ole bit she stay in the club mm

Man I'm just talkin on this, mm

Put a baguette on my wrist, mm

Yea, check dis

Don

Hop in that Tahoe you know we gon slide

White boy shooter he hang out the side

They was just talking but now they demise

You can't approach me I see them fake eyes

Walked out the house I forgot I was home

Niggas is dying cuz they wanna bone

Nigga went ham I thought he was chicken

Talked on the phone ain't doin no dissin

Check on my ex she miss my Lil text

My bit yea she crazy im playing on set

She just want my love im giving her sex

My soul I won't sell I come for that neck

Got them upset cuz I'm popping like this

Niggas is hot like I'm cooking the grits

Pay for a pic can't take no more flics

They gon be mad cuz I'm popping my shit, Don

Cuz I'm popping my shit, mm

Cuz I'm hot just like this, mm