I Know

ian (Trap)

Compositor: Ian Smith

Skeleton, cost two hundred thou', check the books
These some yellow tint diamonds, check the rocks, take a look
He won't ever spin, he won't ever pop, so I'm good
We got F&N's, we got lots of shots, get him tucked
Throw a chest pass to that fuck boy, fuck a cut
We gon' trespass on that fuck boy, set him up
Fuck a setback, get up on yo' feet and keep it pushin'
I got jet lag, just hopped off the plane straight from France

I just ran right through the dirt, with zero help from no one else
We don't trip, reload the stick, and send a bullet through his head
Pockets stuffed with hundreds, fifties, bitch, I think I need a belt
Find his lo', soon as we hit this bitch, I think they call the feds

I don't know, need no more, where'd you go?
I grab the pole, he get hurt, he get smoked
Got nowhere to go, losing hope, losing focus
It feel like you got no one else, call my phone, we could cope

I just got a Taycan, I push it to the max
Startin' to feel like I'm an icon, these bitches be obsessed
I promise you just not that guy, pal, we send one through yo' head
I'm sorry, you just not my type, girl, go find you someone else
Girl, yo' boyfriend need to pipe down, 'fore we come find him
Love this ho, but she a psycho, she need confinement
Flooded wrist, cost yo' life, can't tell what the time is
Grab the stick, we don't fight, we don't beef in silence

Skeleton, cost two hundred thou', check the books
These some yellow tint diamonds, check the rocks, take a look
He won't ever spin, he won't ever pop, so I'm good
We got F&N's, we got lots of shots, get him tucked
Throw a chest pass to that fuck boy, fuck a cut
We gon' trespass on that fuck boy, set him up
Fuck a setback, get up on yo' feet and keep it pushin'
I got jet lag, just hopped off the plane straight from France