Serious Lyrics

Uh, lil bitch be tripping, I swear you can dip and I swear I won't miss you

Popping that shit better shut the fuck up baby girl and just listen

Ion give a fuck what them motherfuckers saying baby girl they just lying uh

Say you can't trust me then why baby girl you still wasting my time

Are you serious, ooh I just walked out the building with it

Ian really stun bout them other bitches, if I want them bitches I can get them bitches

Ooh you be talking bout my momma baby girl, you know you disrespectful

I'm the type put yo whole face on a motherfucking' shirt

And your name it's in big letters

Ooh I might jump in the crowd, I got a technical foul

I'm the one had all the loud and I ran this shit up off a motherfucking' pound

12 pull me over she bout to go stuff all this shit in her motherfucking' drawls

Ian rocking vans when i say this time but this beat right here going off the wall

Uh, boy you get paid on the first uh, freestyle this shit no rehearsal

Uh, I put your face on a shirt, I said that on the first verse

Aye, she wanna get on a song, I told that ho' we gone merge

Aye, I tote the uzi like vert aye, get in yo throat watch you burp

I'm the hottest on the block, you can't get no za' for five

You must thought that shit was mid, and my n**** tote the fire

Uh, pull up with that stick and hit aye, ride for my bro, wrong or right

Aye, popping this shit till the end, let run up these motherfucking' benjis

Uh, lil bitch be tripping, I swear you can dip and I swear I won't miss you

Popping that shit better shut the fuck up baby girl and just listen

Ion give a fuck what them motherfuckers saying baby girl they just lying uh

Say you can't trust me then why baby girl you still wasting my time

Are you serious, ooh I just walked out the building with it

Ian really stun bout them other bitches, if I want them bitches I can get them bitches

Ooh you be talking bout my momma baby girl, you know you disrespectful

I'm the type put yo whole face on a motherfucking' shirt

And your name it's in big letters

Ooh I might jump in the crowd, I got a technical foul

I'm the one had all the loud and I ran this shit up off a motherfucking' pound

12 pull me over she bout to go stuff all this shit in her motherfucking' drawls

Ian rocking vans when i say this time but this beat right here going off the wall

Uh, boy you get paid on the first uh, freestyle this shit no rehearsal

Uh, I put your face on a shirt

Yeah

I'm kicking shit just like Kirk, this time ain't even go to church

She hit my like it like, brrp'

Hold up, she hit my line it gone chirp

Yeah, then we be flexing on purpose yeah

You know I'm bout that shit, uh huh you know I'm bout that shit