Independent Lyrics

Said im all independent

Can't see in the car cause its tinted

And we in the back talking business

“Give your boss’ percantage”

He jump out the whip but its rented

Ice on my wrist and its scented

Shouldn’t care bout the bitch

Still was kinda sad when it ended

Still was kinda mad she pretended

Give a fuck bout' a niche

You look on the surface but its levels

And im cooking up Chef’Special

Cause im all independent

Can't see in the car cause its tinted

And we in the back talking business

“Give your boss’ percantage”

He jump out the whip but its rented

Ice on my wrist and its scented

Shouldn’t care bout the bitch

Still was kinda sad when it ended

Still was kinda mad she pretended

Give a fuck bout' a niche

You look on the surface but its levels

And im cooking up Chef’Special

Man this shit crazy

Pull up in beamer don’t want a mercedes

Fuck on a Cali Gurl not talking Katy

I been raw as fuck there’s no need to replace me

Couldn’t care if they hate me

Pull up with a bitch but they still tryna date me

I keep me rubber I don’t want a baby

She know that she love me she still tryna play me

(For real)

For real

Smoking that gas but I don’t wanna chill

I keep me gram for when I'm in the feels

And I post on the gram tryna get me some deals

Yeah got a bitch in her heels

She look cute in that dress but she making a mess

I got a mountain to climb and the whole world to impress

A challenge to try and then some money to collect yeah

Said im all independent

Can't see in the car cause its tinted

And we in the back talking business

“Give your boss’ percantage”

He jump out the whip but its rented

Ice on my wrist and its scented

Shouldn’t care bout the bitch

Still was kinda sad when it ended

Still was kinda mad she pretended

Give a fuck bout' a niche

You look on the surface but its levels

And im cooking up Chef’Special

Cause im all independent

Can't see in the car cause its tinted

And we in the back talking business

“Give your boss’ percantage”

He jump out the whip but its rented

Ice on my wrist and its scented

Shouldn’t care bout the bitch

Still was kinda sad when it ended

Still was kinda mad she pretended

Give a fuck bout' a niche

You look on the surface but its levels

And im cooking up Chef’Special