Off That Shit ​ian

[Intro]
Ha
Huh-huh-huh, ha
(Haha, what the f—?)
(Haha, what the f—? Haha, what the f—?)
(privateflightgang, bitch)

[Verse 1]
Uh, I can't see a lane, no way, my frames Bottega Veneta, I feel like the shit
'Bout one hundred K's today, my bank afraid that somebody hacked my account
I'm tryna stay patient, bae, but lately, I'm feelin' like maybe we just not meant
My whole fit blank, you wouldn't even think I paid about the same price as a car
I take care of mine, he play with the guys, better off takin' a shot in the dark
You next to the don, you better not lie 'cause I don't got time to debate with a fraud (Hell nah)
I just took his lil' ho to Milan, we winin' and dinin', havin' a ball
He the type to go wait in the line and hang with some grown-ass men at the bar

[Chorus]
Damn, I'm off that shit
Damn, huh, I probably shouldn't
But I'm gon' roll another blunt
Because I got it by the pound
Goddamn, I'm just tryna make my mama proud of me
I will not quit until I find my peace
You know I hate that we apart, so I'm
Gon' keep my head inside the clouds for now