I.H.U.

Let me be honest with you, baby
I do a lot, and it's starting to drive me crazy
Tried to put me in a box, but the bell done started ringing
And I can blame it on the thoughts that I had, I wasn't lazy, no
Nigga, I don't wanna talk to you real quick
Fake nigga, snake nigga, startin' to make me real sick
I done made them crave niggas, dropping all this real shit
I couldn't do this with a label, fuck a deal, pick
Fuck a street name, my big brother drill shit
I don't think I need fame, I don't wanna kill, bitch
Heart cold as freeze frame, I don't got a feeling
I was up in New York, drugs had me peeling
Cock, aim, shoot, we ain't bust at the ceiling
I hate you, I'ma tell you when I feel it
I get it, baby, I know I'm wrong
Look at it, baby, I know you're strong
I was getting business, flip it, then I ended up alone
Off the pilly, I be trippin, but it get me in my zone
And my skin is getting itchy, I'ma need some cortisone
Can't call cause I'm busy, I might record a song
She give me top, keep the pussy, and then I take her home
I'm at the top, but don't push me, I'm chillin' on my own
She take a drop of this drank, she gon' feel it in her soul
And I can feel it in my soul
Baby, I might crash out, because I'm going so fast
And this big Benz, girl that's not a Jag
I'm so high, I might pass out, I've been inhaling too much gas
And this top shelf, smoking like my dad
I was in Chicago, tryna come up on a rack
Said she wanna have my baby, I'ma cum up on her back
Why they talking about I'm shady, I ain't stuntin' for the racks
It's hella cheese in the stack, yeah it's easy to rack up
I squeeze better back up
Let me be honest with you, baby
I do a lot, and it's starting to drive me crazy
Tried to put me in a box, but the bell done started ringing
And I can blame it on the thoughts that I had, I wasn't lazy, no
Nigga, I don't wanna talk to you real quick
Fake nigga, snake nigga, startin' to make me real sick
I done made them crave niggas, dropping all this real shit
I couldn't do this with a label, fuck a deal, pick
Fuck a street name, my big brother drill shit
I don't think I need fame, I don't wanna kill, bitch
Heart cold as freeze frame, I don't got a feeling
I was up in New York, drugs had me peeling
Cock, aim, shoot, we ain't bust at the ceiling
I hate you, I'ma tell you when I feel it
I get it, baby, I know I'm wrong
Look at it baby, I know you're strong
I was getting business, flip it, then I ended up alone
Off the pilly, I be trippin, but it get me in my zone
Fact, my skin is getting itchy, I'ma need some cortisone
I can't call cause I'm busy, I might record a song
She give me top, keep the pussy, and then I take her home
I'm at the top, but don't push me, I'm chillin' on my own
She take a drop of this drank, and she gon' feel it in her soul
And I can feel it in my soul