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Indie on that shit
Indie in yo bitch
Indie never miss
Indie slit a wrist
Wrist wrist wrist
Where your wristband at
Imma pull up with the gat
Like dat's enough of dat
I got tall tales
I got big whales
I got nine tails
No more details
Jonah in the belly
See me on the telly
Ahab with da harpoon
Make your mother fucking bitch swoon
You so silly Pull up with the ice
Yes that's creamy
Bask in Robyn
Yes that Fenty
Got prints on
Yes that Fendi
Yes indeed
Got a lil baby
Got a lil team
We a lil crazy
Maybe
On your mind
Shouts out Maybe
Wassup baby
Nigga where your manners? Stop taking advantage
I just pull up in that Panda, lit lit litty Atlanta
Orgy Oreos that cookie pack on camera
Whole squad on point, these queers be doing damage
Niggas mad cuz they can't ever date me
I just turned 'em down in the dms like Yo Gotti don' raised me
Walking outside you know courtside with the thumbs up like John Gotti
Goddamm
God say Gaudy goated
Even tho imma hell spawn
Son a bitch
Just like dawn
I'll make ya wake
Just like yawn
Most times I'm just too hard
Just too gone
When I perform
I perfect with my boots on
Killed 2 birds with the one stone
That's a 2 on
Matter of matter of fact
Copping the corpse in the back
I got the trunk in the back
Gaudy got blood on the stash
Taking a ride on your 'stache
Back in the whip and I feel like Batman
Same old flow on a brand new track, man
Gotta hit Christian, do the dash in
The Honda like we back in action
Whip it like it's never crashing
Gotta hit the show cuz my hits are massive
THC, man, I go absent
Come back smelling like
herbs and absinthe
My new friends got different accents
We onstage in all our assets
Hit me up like I'm what's happening
Think we cool with backstage passes
VIP, you don't get access
(We not cool bro, we not dapping)
We not cool bro, we not dapping
You just here cuz we gained traction
Don't forget you called me "craterface"
Felt like Vader fading in the lake
Famous just to put you in your place
Your lady loving every song I make
Now she call me Jalon 'stead of Jay
Can't believe I used to hate the name
Now it's going off at Boston games (J-J-Jalon Brown with the finish!)
Won't be long before I've bought the state
Craterface taste what he sipping
Pretty boy Cinderella slipping
High school crush coming with him
Say he with the band but he isn't
Craterface taste what he sipping
(He ain't finished)
Pretty boy Cinderella slipping
(In the kitchen)
High school crush coming with him
(She got tickets)
Say he with the band but he isn't
(Bro is finished)
WRITERS
Jalon Brown, Jordan Sims, Joshua Coyne, Nat Rowney
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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