[Intro: ian]

Huh (Huh, huh), huh (Huh-huh)

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, uh (Yeah)

Yeah (Yeah, yeah), uh (Uh, hol' up), alright (Yeah, alright)

[Verse 1: ian]

I die with my pride if my family behind me

The doors suicidal, my car got problems

I'm gettin' profit, he still tryna find it

Not worried 'bout mine, we'll get it regardless

I'm gettin' tired, I'll hit you tomorrow

This ho' so fine, it'll fuck up my conscious

Losing my mind, but I'm keepin' my promise

I'm goin' down and I can't even hide it

Band after band like I'm watching a festival

Win after win like I'm playing a tournament

He play with Brezzo, he gon' need a medkit

Ho' can't get out my head and it's hurtin' me

Way back when you deserted me

Baby, did you really think I deserve that?

The fuck is you askin' respect for, buddy?

Did you really think that you earned that?

[Chorus: ian & Brezzo]

Boot cut denim, blue collar intentions

Two steps forward then ten of them backwards

Huh, he'll get caught for that actin'

Nasty, my body covered in acne (Yeah)

I let you slip right past me (Yeah)

Sadly, I might not ever get past it (Get past)

My head still stuck in the past tense

Damn it, I prolly could've just asked ya'

[Verse 2: Brezzo]

Tripped out, just made a thousand in traffic

Bad bitch, can't hit 'cause of the catfish

Hell nah, nigga don't need shit

Me and ian and I brought some racks in

In the stu', I'm on fuck shit again

In the trap, send 'em out like he suspended

I can crash right now, shit not rented

No, I can't hop in that whip if it's not tinted

Hell nah, nigga don't need nothin'

Walk in this bitch with the bag, it's real digits

[?], it was an unseen transition, hit wit' that fye, I done seen niggas

Drop it on, gotta hit five bitches

Hol' on, white ho she said I'm real nigga

Go ask around, I'ma block figure

Go ask around, I'm gettin' rich, nigga

[?]

Thots know I'm rockin' Celine

Glock and it came with the beam, wait

Wait, like, fuck it, let's go load the truck up

Like, fuck it, let's go push some bags out

Bitch, we gon' just made a quick ten thou'

Put this on God, I am not lyin'

I'm not, no, I am not

[Chorus: ian]

Boot cut denim, blue collar intentions

Two steps forward then ten of them backwards

Huh, he'll get caught for that actin'

Nasty, my body covered in acne

I let you slip right past me

Sadly, I might not ever get past it

My head still stuck in the past tense

Damn it, I prolly could've just asked ya