"Fit Check" lyrics
ian & VonOff1700 Lyrics
Uh, huh-hmm, come on, huh
"Ian, don't you quit yet, you got time to kill somethin''"
Fifty for this fit check, sixty for my wristwatch
Driftin' in this Bentley Continental, I might flip somethin'
Fishin' for attention in my mentions, get your bitch tucked (Yeah)
I was in the mood to scrap, I don't really give a fuck if you guilty (No, no)
I don't see blues attached, I don't really give a fuck if you pretty (No, I do not)
I face two of myself, I don't care if I come through trippin' (Come through trippin')
You 'bout to lose yourself, playin' catch up with my breath (You gotta speed up)
If I had time to twiddle my thumbs, then I would go do your weave-in
If I call Von, he gettin' it done, I don't even gotta get him the details
You'll rub your eyes when shit get tough, I'm startin' to think you a female
I could buy your life one hundred times with what I I done spent on retail
Still cannot quit yet, you got time to kill somethin'
Fifty for this fit check, sixty for my wristwatch
Driftin' in this Bentley Continental
I might flip somethin' (Alright, the fuck? Alright, come here)
Fishin' for attention in my mentions, get your bitch tucked
(Free my hood, nigga, fuck your hood
Nigga, we'll come extort your hood, nigga, yeah)
Where the fuck is you goin', lil' boy?
Come here (Come here, come here)
It's 2024 and this nigga got Champion on
I know he don't got no gear (His broke ass)
I got a flash on the Glock, when the fuck boy seen it
He froze up just like a deer (Bitch, come here, his bitch ass)
I'm in the Airbnb with two hundred white hoes, I told ian, "Come, get near"
Caught him traffic, put Drac' all in his shit
His bitch ass couldn't even steer (Come here, grrah)
I'm off drank and ian finna piss me off, keep tryna give me a beer
One of the opps like forty, I don't give a fuck
His old ass dyin' this year (For real)
We put his ass in the sky, he ain't comin' back
You would think he was flyin' Frontier
Bounce out on the opps with this big-ass ARP
I was aimin' this bitch at his ear (Come here)
You would think we got in a car accidently the way
That I'm hittin' this bitch from the rear
If I had opps in the 1500s, I'd slide on a horse
With a Glock and a spear (You know that)
Hit his ass twenty-two times with a 509
They say his condition severe (Die, die)
I still be spinnin' they block, nigga, fuck my opps
I promise, I'm makin' that clear (Fuck my opps)
We Toss Gang, nigga go ask 'bout us (Go ask)
We make our opps disappear (They dead ass)
Forever gon' stick to the code (Know that)
When I get in that room, I act like I can't hear
I was so happy when one of the opps had died
I damn near shed a tear, nigga (For real)
Still cannot quit yet, I got time to kill somethin'
Fifty for this fit check, sixty for my wristwatch
Driftin' in this Bentley Continental, I might flip somethin'
Fishin' for attention in my mentions, get your bitch tucked (Yeah)
"Ian, don't you quit yet, you got time to kill somethin''"
Fifty for this fit check, sixty for my wristwatch
Driftin' in this Bentley Continental, I might flip somethin'
Fishin' for attention in my mentions, get your bitch tucked (Yeah)
I was in the mood to scrap, I don't really give a fuck if you guilty (No, no)
I don't see blues attached, I don't really give a fuck if you pretty (No, I do not)
I face two of myself, I don't care if I come through trippin' (Come through trippin')
You 'bout to lose yourself, playin' catch up with my breath (You gotta speed up)
If I had time to twiddle my thumbs, then I would go do your weave-in
If I call Von, he gettin' it done, I don't even gotta get him the details
You'll rub your eyes when shit get tough, I'm startin' to think you a female
I could buy your life one hundred times with what I I done spent on retail
Still cannot quit yet, you got time to kill somethin'
Fifty for this fit check, sixty for my wristwatch
Driftin' in this Bentley Continental
I might flip somethin' (Alright, the fuck? Alright, come here)
Fishin' for attention in my mentions, get your bitch tucked
(Free my hood, nigga, fuck your hood
Nigga, we'll come extort your hood, nigga, yeah)
Where the fuck is you goin', lil' boy?
Come here (Come here, come here)
It's 2024 and this nigga got Champion on
I know he don't got no gear (His broke ass)
I got a flash on the Glock, when the fuck boy seen it
He froze up just like a deer (Bitch, come here, his bitch ass)
I'm in the Airbnb with two hundred white hoes, I told ian, "Come, get near"
Caught him traffic, put Drac' all in his shit
His bitch ass couldn't even steer (Come here, grrah)
I'm off drank and ian finna piss me off, keep tryna give me a beer
One of the opps like forty, I don't give a fuck
His old ass dyin' this year (For real)
We put his ass in the sky, he ain't comin' back
You would think he was flyin' Frontier
Bounce out on the opps with this big-ass ARP
I was aimin' this bitch at his ear (Come here)
You would think we got in a car accidently the way
That I'm hittin' this bitch from the rear
If I had opps in the 1500s, I'd slide on a horse
With a Glock and a spear (You know that)
Hit his ass twenty-two times with a 509
They say his condition severe (Die, die)
I still be spinnin' they block, nigga, fuck my opps
I promise, I'm makin' that clear (Fuck my opps)
We Toss Gang, nigga go ask 'bout us (Go ask)
We make our opps disappear (They dead ass)
Forever gon' stick to the code (Know that)
When I get in that room, I act like I can't hear
I was so happy when one of the opps had died
I damn near shed a tear, nigga (For real)
Still cannot quit yet, I got time to kill somethin'
Fifty for this fit check, sixty for my wristwatch
Driftin' in this Bentley Continental, I might flip somethin'
Fishin' for attention in my mentions, get your bitch tucked (Yeah)
