Ian - Figure It Out Lyrics

(Haha, what the f-?)
Yeah, yeah (private motherf*ckin' flight, ya dig?)
Uh-huh, ha, ha
Huh, huh, huh

The way that I'm drivin' this Wraith
They 'bout to put me on suicide watch
Can't choose what color I'm feelin' today
Thank God it's a two-tone watch (two-tone watch)
He don't like what I'm doin', he probably'll say it
But he'll never do some' 'bout it
My big brother like Marshawn Lynch, he'll run through somebody

She done caught me on a bad day
Ho so perfect, it ruin my headspace
The driver go straight to the staircase
How could I ever be late to the airplane? (Huh)
These Japanese garments is handmade
Whole body covered in shit that I can't say (huh)
I take the Benz to the fast lane
I cannot help it, feel somethin' like Batman (huh)
Buddy can go 'head and crash out
Soon as he find me, let's see how it pan out
This Challenger tearin' up asphalt
Pops on the track so I'm rappin' my ass off
That pistol he totin' somethin' Airsoft
He don't do nothin' but act tough for them cameras
I prolly could share what I care about
I'm just afraid that you won't understand it
Me and Sxprano and tana still stuntin' in public
But the flights is private
Pedal to metal 'bout every last time I drive
Should cover my license plate, yeah
I make the whole trap jump right now
Like a motherf*ckin' parlay hit, yeah
I'm losing my head, but I'm holdin' it down
Shouldn't get started with me

The way that I'm drivin' this Wraith
They 'bout to put me on suicide watch
Can't choose what color I'm feelin' today
Thank God it's a two-tone watch (two-tone watch)
He don't like what I'm doin', he probably'll say it
But he'll never do some' 'bout it
My big brother like Marshawn Lynch, he'll run through somebody