[intro: ian]
"ian, wake yo' ass up, always smokin' weed"
I was late to my last show 'cause i was smokin' weed
Yeah (turn the bass up, always smokin' weed)
I just found a five and turned that bitch to a hadid
[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
I just found 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
See chief keef liveget tickets as low as $546[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 feet 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?