ain hearin dem

Ian mad 'bout a bitch
Drive the 2-door coupe, can't fit my bags in the whip
Baby, you only hit my phone with problems and shit
I'm tryna get in my bag, don’t wanna talk 'bout shit
I'm tryna tell you what it is, but you cannot get it
I got bands coming in, I worry 'bout my business
Riding 'round your city, hitting licks
Yo ho like all my pics
In a '4, we keep blicks, so don't approach, you get hit
Why you trolling and shit?
Don’t think I notice
Pour a '4 in my sip, this that real slow shit, fuck yo’ promotion
I like to look at the ocean
Ziyan brought them poles in
Good loose leaf, I’m rollin’
Hoes gon’ follow me when I enter in
Count my racks, yeah, I came up with my twin
I got bags, bih, I could put you in
Double R status, got stacks till the end
I got practice, yeah, here and then
They gon’ talk down, yeah, I ain’t hearin' them