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