omakase

Omakase

Ian

Ian

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Omakase Lyrics by Ian

(Haha, what the f—?) Hm, hm, hm, hm, hm, hm
(Haha, what the f—?) Huh, huh, huh, huh
(Haha, what the f—?, Haha, what the fuck?)
Huh, huh, huh, huh

I hate how when we take the molly we get closer (I hate it, I hate it, I hate)
‘Cause we won’t be as open-minded when we sober (No, no)
I bet yo’ bitch would wait in line to take a photo (Wait, wait)
You stab my back? No, your sorry can’t cut (What the fuck?)
I bust my ass, Day ‘N Nite, Kid Cudi (Fuck, fuck)
Been runnin’ that mouth for days and still ain’t said nothin’ (Not a damn thing)
So many dead faces, look like a mass murder (Ah, ah)
I’m slidin’ in with the Hell’, make everybody heads turn

I’m Savage, the Macho Man, just watch yo’ head before I jump off them ropes
As soon as I buy you that bag, go and pop that tag, ’cause I do not plan on returnin’
T-T-shirt might be blank, but it’d break yo’ bank, I don’t even know where it’s from
T-This ho go both ways, and I say, “Okay, I’ma still take that down”
I see yo’ comments, lil’ man, still can’t give you the time of day
3.5 in this wood, look like Megan Thee Stallion leg
My body wide, so I can’t fit this Number (N)ine tee, goddamn
I shoulda never believed that bitch, and she should’ve never believed my ass

I hate how when we take the molly we get closer (I hate it, I hate it, I hate)
‘Cause we won’t be as open-minded when we sober (No, no)
I bet yo’ bitch would wait in line to take a photo (Wait, wait)
You stab my back? No, your sorry can’t cut (What the fuck?)
I bust my ass, Day ‘N Nite, Kid Cudi (Fuck, fuck)
Been runnin’ that mouth for days and still ain’t said nothin’ (Not a damn thing)
So many dead faces, look like a mass murder (Ah, ah)
I’m slidin’ in with the Hell’, make everybody heads turn

So much ash on my body, look like I got set on fire
I didn’t ask for your two-cents, keep that shit inside yo’ pocket
Left watch, presidential, look like I’m gon’ run for office
I bought it, I didn’t rent it, so I drive it how I want to (I drive, drive, drive, drive, drive)
This a tussle, me against the Fronto (Against the—)
Jimmy Butler, hit him with the cross-up (Hit him with the—)
Just built this range, I still legged it, all the options
I take her brain, then I take her, Omakase (On my own)