Ian - Wimbledon Lyrics

(Haha, what the f-?)
Huh, huh
Yeah, yeah, uh

Slidin' in that Audi, weavin' traffic, dodgin' feds, huh
Hundred thousand dollar tennis bracelet, Roger Fed, huh
Fully automatic, my lil' bro like, "Roger that", yeah
Fully studded Skelly, can't even tell the time of day
Dead faces, transactions, bag-chasin', madman
Rick Owens, fat laces, this shit cost a fat check
Bitch, not gon' whack none, we gon' need a fact check
Junya denim, band stuffin', pockets gettin' fat shamed
Uh, uh, uh

Bitch gettin' tired of buddy, ho' come take one ride in the Cullinan then
All different types of money, blues, reds, this here a colorful spread
We is not fightin' for nothin', put him to bed, we get to tuckin' him in
I don't know when the time is right, I'm on the edge, I'm gettin' stuck in my head
I got an assignment for ya', mind yo' business, don't come 'round here again
That's a bad idea, big bro tuckin' a fat ass heater
I'm a bat outta hell, this right here is a fast two seater
It's a bag on me, big ol' pockets on fat, Madea
Too stuck in the past, for real, I don't know how to get back from here
Maison Mar', mink coat, look like I'm huntin' some
Glow in the dark, two-tone, cost like a hundred some'
He ain't makin' it far, just look at the score, I'm 'bout a hunnid up
It's like three in the morning, I gotta go, you makin' my stomach hurt

Slidin' in that Audi, weavin' traffic, dodgin' feds, huh
Hundred thousand dollar tennis bracelet, Roger Fed, huh
Fully automatic, my lil' bro like, "Roger that", yeah
Fully studded Skelly, can't even tell the time of day
Dead faces, transactions, bag-chasin', madman
Rick Owens, fat laces, this shit cost a fat check
Bitch, not gon' whack none, we gon' need a fact check
Junya denim, band stuffin', pockets gettin' fat shamed