Fit Check

Uh, huh, mm, come on, huh

Ian, don't you quit yet, you got time to kill, son

50 for this fit check, 60 for my wristwatch

Driftin' in this Bentley Continental, I might flip, son

Fishin' for attention in my mentions, get your bitch took (yeah)

I was in the mood to scrap, I don't really give a fuck if he guilty (no, no)

I don't see blues attached, I don't really give a fuck if you friendly (no, I do not)

I face two of myself, I don't care if I come through trippin' (come through trippin')

You 'bout to lose yourself, playin' catch up with my brothers (you gotta speed up)

If I had time to twiddle my thumbs, then I would come through yo' event

If I call Von, he gettin' it done, I don't even gotta give him the details

You'll rub your eyes when shit get tough, I'm startin' to think you a female

I could buy your life one hundred times with what I done spent on retail

Still cannot quit yet, I got time to kill, son

50 for this fit check, 60 for my wristwatch

Driftin' in this Bentley Continental, I might flip, son (alright, the fuck? Alright, come here)

Fishin' for attention in my mentions, get your bitch took (yeah)

Where the fuck is you goin', lil' boy? Come here (come here, come here)

It's 2024 and this **** got Champion on

I know he don't got no gear (his broke ass)

I got a flash on the Glock, when the fuck boy seen it

He froze up just like a deer (bitch come here, his bitch ass)

I'm in the Airbnb with 200 white hoes, I told ian, "Come, get near"

Caught him in traffic, put Drac' all in his shit

His bitch ass couldn't even steer (come here, grrah)

I'm off drank and ian finna piss me off, keep tryna give me a beer

One of the opps like 40, I don't give a fuck, his old ass dyin' this year (for real)

We put his ass in the sky, he ain't comin' back

You would think he was flyin' Frontier

Bounce out on the opps with this big ass ARP

I was aimin' this bitch at his ear (come here)

You would think we got in a car accident

The way that I'm hittin' this bitch from the rear

If I had opps in the 1500s

I'd slide on a horse with a Glock and a spear (you know that)

Hit his ass 22 times with a .509, they say his condition severe (die, die)

I still be spinnin' they block, ****, fuck my opps

I promise, I'm makin' that clear (fuck my opps)

We Toss Gang, ****, go ask 'bout us (go ask)

We make our opps disappear (they dead ass)

Forever gon' stick to the code (know that)

When I get in that room, I act like I can't hear

I was so happy when one of the opps had died

I damn near shed a tear, **** (for real)

Still cannot quit yet, I got time to kill, son

50 for this fit check, 60 for my wristwatch

Driftin' in this Bentley Continental, I might flip, son

Fishin' for attention in my mentions, get your bitch took (yeah)