ian (us) - private flight freestyle* lyrics
lyrics from snippet
[intro]
i know it’s some haters in here, i see y’all way in the back over there
y’all need some water? y’all a’ight? i know it’s hard work
i know y’all paid to get in here for the show, i might give ya money back
[verse: ian & tana]
i don’t go bag for bag ’cause that would be a mismatch
golden sweat suit like i’m teachin’ gym class
we gon’ send ’em h+ll, he just send a dispatch
i need a restroom, this money fallin’ out my ass
i’m hangin’ up that phone if you ain’t callin’ ’bout a bag
we bangin’ through yo’ door if you don’t wanna let us in
shoes red on the bottom like there’s lava on the floor
i don’t do no features i just had to let you know
the way she suck me up you’d think she was a natural
we walk straight out the clique park with a baggage hoe
n+gga play with my name, we might show straight up at yo’ door
my cousin is columbus playing with a batch of dope
turn this sh+t to fortnite, we leave his crew dead
ran him out his pockets, we might turn his blue’s red
i don’t know that boy, ain’t heard of him like “who is that?”
baby, come and take ride inside this mulsanne
we gon’ send it, percentage 5, i feel like bruce wayne
i’m still in it, i’m d+mn near at the line in first place
we still textin’, i take you to milan on first date
hoe get a grip, it’s a ‘hunnid more lames gettin’ sent
ten partners, one car
ten pounds, won’t stop
i don’t check the price tag, i just pull the [?] off
i bring a lot of hoes, i ‘prolly shut the f+ckin’ club down
if i lace up my sneakers, boy i don’t think you can run now
most of ’em n+ggas green sh+t, lookin’ ass n+gga
d+mn this sh+t so big, i don’t think it could get bigger
he play with my guys, i might have to where he slipped up
when i roll up this backwood, swisher
benjamin franklin, i’ma blues countin’ kinda’ n+gga
i pull up with ian in that motherf+ckin’ sprinter
you a lil’ rat, [?]
go ‘head take a hint, we on yo’ ass, brought that [?]
play ‘some with my name, i’m runnin’ h+ll through yo’ city
oh, you with yo’ b+tch? i’m bustin’ sh+lls at her titties
scared of tsa, ’cause why the bag smell funny?
oh, them boys that talk ’bout that, look we gon’ get up wit’ it, uh
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