Ian Lyin
Bought a old school whip to pimp my ride
This bit cleaner than Tide
Freaky bitch suck my dick while I drive
Sheon waste no time
I buy whatever what you want, ma ma
Get whatever you want when you mine
Fuck a sign
I'm the best you'll ever have and Ian lyin
Brand new Glock 19, one of a kind
My name carved on the side
You can't walk in my shoes if you tried
Even though I wear a size 9
Carti shades too dark
Can't see shit on my face
Look like black blinds
Bitches cap they waste my time
I'm gettin' rich off fuckin' rhymes
I'm gettin' rich off rhymin
Shit like perfect timing
That's on God
You lookin', can't find me
Somewhere in Hollywood, I'm with the stars
I got endless bars
But rappin' bout my life make my shit hard
Ain't nowhere to start
Just picked the mic up, they like, bitch, you hard
Pick the mic up like this shit was easy
Can't believe it
Still feel like I'm dreamin
Off these drugs right now
High in the sky
Think I'm on Venus
I won't tell no lie
I tell you I love you, then I mean it
Niggas hatin' cause they bitch love me
Know they wanna be me
I just left the dentist, spent 200 for each tooth
Valet park when I'm at Lenox
I drop bands on some shoes
My name Bennet and ian in it
Better watch who you talkin' to
Rule number one, can't trust a ho
I fuck, then give her the boot
Tired of 4 doors so I switch to the coupe
Bend the corner on 2 wheels bit better move
In the booth, mic hot like some soup
Smoke me some gas, then do what I do
I done had sex with a whole friend group
Don't compare me to these rapper dudes
Been had motion before the rap shit
I can't even lie, I tell the truth
I can't even lie, I can't even lie
I can't even lie, I can't even lie
I can't even lie, I can't even lie
I can't even lie, I can't even lie
Like, like I can't even lie
Like, if I tried to lie, like
I just get in the booth and speak my mind type shit, like
I just say whatever come to my mind
For real
Bought a old school whip to pimp my ride
This bitch cleaner than Tide
Freaky bitch suck my dick while I drive
Sheon waste no time
I'll buy whatever, what you want my ma ma
Get whatever you want when you mine
Fuck a sign
I'm the best you'll ever have and Ian lyin
Brand new Glock 19, one of a kind
My name carved on the side
You can't walk in my shoes if you tried
Even though I wear a side 9
Carti shades too dark
Can't see shit on my face, look like black blinds
Bitches cap they waste my time
I'm gettin' rich off fuckin' rhymes
This bitch stupid, she think ima cuff
after she fucked my bro
We just play it how it go
You know ween trippin' bout a hoe
Got too many racks, but want some mo
Safe gettin' too full, pile it on the floor
Ain't tryna fuck, just give me some throat
MV on my linen, I'm fresh like Scope
All the hoes ain't want me
They like, you too short, wait till you grow
Now my pocket's fat as fuck and can't a tall
Bitch tell me no
And my bitch, she bad as fuck
She tall and sexy like Kayla Hogan
This shit go how I say it go
All my bitches, they under control
Finna make an MV, neck warmer every time I
Put on my chain, my neck get froze
New year got new goals
But one thing, that can't change, fuck niggas hoes
Forgot one more thing
I can't go on stage, can't bring my pole
My next chain gon' come from Johnny Dang Two-tone rose gold
This bit cleaner than Tide
Freaky bitch suck my dick while I drive
Sheon waste no time
I buy whatever what you want, ma ma
Get whatever you want when you mine
Fuck a sign
I'm the best you'll ever have and Ian lyin
Brand new Glock 19, one of a kind
My name carved on the side
You can't walk in my shoes if you tried
Even though I wear a size 9
Carti shades too dark
Can't see shit on my face
Look like black blinds
Bitches cap they waste my time
I'm gettin' rich off fuckin' rhymes
I'm gettin' rich off rhymin
Shit like perfect timing
That's on God
You lookin', can't find me
Somewhere in Hollywood, I'm with the stars
I got endless bars
But rappin' bout my life make my shit hard
Ain't nowhere to start
Just picked the mic up, they like, bitch, you hard
Pick the mic up like this shit was easy
Can't believe it
Still feel like I'm dreamin
Off these drugs right now
High in the sky
Think I'm on Venus
I won't tell no lie
I tell you I love you, then I mean it
Niggas hatin' cause they bitch love me
Know they wanna be me
I just left the dentist, spent 200 for each tooth
Valet park when I'm at Lenox
I drop bands on some shoes
My name Bennet and ian in it
Better watch who you talkin' to
Rule number one, can't trust a ho
I fuck, then give her the boot
Tired of 4 doors so I switch to the coupe
Bend the corner on 2 wheels bit better move
In the booth, mic hot like some soup
Smoke me some gas, then do what I do
I done had sex with a whole friend group
Don't compare me to these rapper dudes
Been had motion before the rap shit
I can't even lie, I tell the truth
I can't even lie, I can't even lie
I can't even lie, I can't even lie
I can't even lie, I can't even lie
I can't even lie, I can't even lie
Like, like I can't even lie
Like, if I tried to lie, like
I just get in the booth and speak my mind type shit, like
I just say whatever come to my mind
For real
Bought a old school whip to pimp my ride
This bitch cleaner than Tide
Freaky bitch suck my dick while I drive
Sheon waste no time
I'll buy whatever, what you want my ma ma
Get whatever you want when you mine
Fuck a sign
I'm the best you'll ever have and Ian lyin
Brand new Glock 19, one of a kind
My name carved on the side
You can't walk in my shoes if you tried
Even though I wear a side 9
Carti shades too dark
Can't see shit on my face, look like black blinds
Bitches cap they waste my time
I'm gettin' rich off fuckin' rhymes
This bitch stupid, she think ima cuff
after she fucked my bro
We just play it how it go
You know ween trippin' bout a hoe
Got too many racks, but want some mo
Safe gettin' too full, pile it on the floor
Ain't tryna fuck, just give me some throat
MV on my linen, I'm fresh like Scope
All the hoes ain't want me
They like, you too short, wait till you grow
Now my pocket's fat as fuck and can't a tall
Bitch tell me no
And my bitch, she bad as fuck
She tall and sexy like Kayla Hogan
This shit go how I say it go
All my bitches, they under control
Finna make an MV, neck warmer every time I
Put on my chain, my neck get froze
New year got new goals
But one thing, that can't change, fuck niggas hoes
Forgot one more thing
I can't go on stage, can't bring my pole
My next chain gon' come from Johnny Dang Two-tone rose gold
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Writer(s): Kristopher Lucious
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