[Verse 1: ian]
"ian, wake yo' ass up, always smokin' weed"
I was late to my last show 'cause I was smokin' weed
I just took a flight and woke up eatin' new cuisine
Spent time a five and turned that bitch to a Hadid
[Chorus: ian]
Plane back to Cali, gas at the doorstep
Boy run his mouth, we runnin' straight to his doorstep
Boy, I could give a goddamn who you talkin' with
Million-dollar convo, and I'm still on that top shelf
I was hittin' that ho until she bored me with the face
So much gas inside my lungs, I sound like Bernie fuckin' Sanders
I just dropped in Paris for a Stormy fuckin' Daniels
I-I-I can say some real shit, the ho wouldn't understand me
[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
So much mud in my cup, bitch, I'd prolly leave a stain
Shoulda bought some real estate, my dumb ass bought a chain
Ridin' with my killas, bitch, we make you feel some pain
So damn high, a nigga startin' to talk like Johnny Dang
Baby, Sosa always want the colors with some Wangs
That's why I go up and set that Lambo' on them thangs
Run up on the gang, we take your bitch-ass to the range
Send you to the sky, you just not goin' on a plane
Nigga, I don't know you, I don't wanna shake your hand
Life give you lemons, make a lemonade stand
Money over bitches, nigga, we only chasin' Ben
Three things I won't take: shit, pussy, and a stand
See me in the hood, I'll probably sell your ass a kilo
And when I was broke, bitches still was droppin' steelo
On a Lamborghini yacht, ho, I ain't settlin' for a speedboat
Bought my cars cash, so them bitches can't get repo'd
[Chorus: ian & Chief Keef]
Plane back to Cali, gas hit the doorstep
Boy run his mouth, we runnin' straight to his doorstep
Boy, I could give a goddamn who you talkin' with
Million-dollar convo, and I'm still on that top shelf
I was hittin' that ho until she bored me with the face
So much gas inside my lungs, I sound like Bernie fuckin' Sanders
I just dropped in Paris for a Stormy fuckin' Daniels (Yeah)
I-I-I can say some real shit, the ho wouldn't understand me
[Verse 3: ian]
2016 Westbrook, you're cool, but your team suck
Ran up seventy thousand in a plain fuckin' T-shirt
Finna take your ass to school, I'm the teacher
Ho, I don't remember what you told, I was geeked up
"Ooh, boy, you're gettin' way too old for a fist up"
Ho straight from 90210, she don't get nothin'
Throwed off a different type of dope, I don't feel nothin'
I could probably pay for your whole bowl with a fit pic'
Treat the 'Rari like a motherfuckin' RipStik
She treat the molly like some motherfuckin' candy
I could walk a mile in these sorry-ass sandals
Just paper on the ground, tell me, why the hell I stand up?
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