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Hahaha sosa
Mann what up Vinny

Bitch it's cloudy as fuck up in the trenches
Brodie upped that bitch on you
It was a smith and Wesson
Your nigga

It's always love on my end 
I'm the position to win 
Fuc 12 Ian never have my pencil in class why would I go to the pen 
We stay ready we gone load

Gon be like Will Smith
And Jayda cause you might not hold me down
I'd be surprised if you do
We gon see when it come around
And ian wasting time
You

drake aint letting him hit back
Shoot first ian with all that chit chat
Got a smith now he looking for get back
Wavy always doing what he post to
On that

I brought the glock in this bitch play and get popped in this bitch
Ian gone stop til it click (Uh uh)
Precision aim ion need no switch man down he

Ian even getting sleep, baby girl say I'm restless
When I get up with them rapper niggas, I need yellow diamonds on my necklace
The law still

some help
Ian even too tall
But I touch the top shelf
For real
Wading in the water
Come catch my drift
At the west end
And I got my smith
Love to talk

millionaire
Dougla Trini born
Dublin Ireland dougla reborn, yeah!
You all just luke warm
And me, me impact the world like storm
Rain money, hurricane weather

Intro
Mainstream Media, Neo, Rhineheart & Douglas Murray

chorus
I hail from a time when vinyls and cassettes
Were the sole way of consuming music

you ever disrespect me
And then go and invest into a grocery store
Rolled up with the Smith & Wesson and drew on you like let's fight now
I do

Tiger Style Crane

Redman

Reggie

2010

flow
I knock out the mic like Buster Douglas, bitch leave a nigga broke
And Jigga know when I clutch the pen it's fuck them hens, I'm puttin'

leave

When that Smith and wesson ring they all gon duck ian meet Will or Aflac
Tryna get the old me out they head, they think I still get laughed at
She

his face, just like will smith
Ian fucking with theses niggas, they ain't on shit
Watch how Im gonna blow, i call it hoe
Use to be getting paid 8.50,

strong?
Duval gave me all the fuckin' slang I need
Ian Ranne played me 8Ball & MJG
Nathan Antolik straight repped for me
When all them other rap dorks

Keep me a smith no will
Shawty she tweak when She buss off the pill
V twelve do the dash watch me burn out the wheel
When I shoot it kick back Still

please, Quiet. Settle down please, settle down. 
 Okay. Thank you.  
Yes. Take a seat please, take a seat. 

“Yuh.”

(Verse)

Nobody is seated with that Ian

down my head
Send a prayer to the Sky 
Even tho it's been hard
Ian... I ain't asking god why

God got us here at this time for a reason 
Cops can't see

All my niggas ghost mob
Ian talking Casper 

Pull up in a cat ima drive it like a nascar
Hit her from the back give her what she ask for

Jay back

want to feel special
I walk the streets with my smith and wesson
So if you play it's gone get real reckless
Fuck the world thats how Im feeling
Ain't

why I really need you
After that it's like we never met
Ian seen you!

I got a long list of blocked numbers
You got some bad bitches plottin on us
Yea

Playing these hoes like Tom and Jerry
STFU bitch you know Ian scary
I'm in the kitchen whipping it up like Betty
Stepping on toes hoes getting too

it

Backseatdemon ian goin fa shit, Money made nigga ian worried bout a bitch

I'm in the hood with the glocks and switch's, Smoking on opp pack y'all

a fat ass bag
Pussy ass nigga trying to talk his trash
Just tonight?
One night stand my ass
Bitch you know I'm paper chasing
Ima star like Smith
Lil bitch

Came home untouched and the oop seen us
Been thru blood, sweat, and tears I had to clean up
I only leave to house if I gotta re up
No Ian in the mix