​head down ​ian (Ft. ​lade)

[Intro]
It's the orca
Spiderfiles

[Chorus: ian]
Head down, we don't talk to the cops
When you get it like this, there's never a drought
Hell nah, I don't need your advice
We don't fist fight, bitch, we send 'em some shots
I look like this 'cause I been through a lot
I ain't book-smart, bitch, but I'm seein' the plot
Tiptoein', a thief in the night
My shoulders still covered, my head held high

[Verse 1: ian]
I took that ho shoppin', I bought what she wanted
No lookin' at tags, I don't trip 'bout the price, hell nah
Slide in that Audi, I'm goin' 200
You never gon' catch me a day in your life, hell nah
Somеone I gotta need, drivin' a bargain
I'm flexin' that bag, I tripled thе price on him
I don't know what he talkin' about
But it's probably reason to catch him outside tonight
I'm findin' myself too fried too much
I'm flyin' tonight, too hot, don't touch
I'm tired of this, I ain't readin' your text
I'm tryin' to quit, I'on know what's next
I need a milli', Margiela down
Couple of tickets, we slide down
Hang out the rental
Rick Owen bag, can't tell you what's in it