Janice STFU

And my shit came with the heat seats, baby

Swear my label gotta free me, baby

Blow on me just like some green tea, baby

Ayy, ayy

[Verse 1]

Ayy, buried alive, somеone come dig me up

If I call up your shawty right now, shе pickin' up, yeah

You boys got big off my name, that's big enough

We know how you OGs rockin' already, my nigga, the jig is up

They say the truth will set you free, well, mine is gon' stream while you watch in HD

They say that karma could take an eternity, yours is droppin' the same night as me

Funny thing is that they ain't gon' compete, you gon' get yours while I'm doin' me

You gon' get yours while I'm doin' me

(Ayy, Janice, shut the fuck up)

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[Chorus]

Reach me, baby

Call my phone and say you need me, baby

Thought they had me in a deep sleep, baby

I'm still scorchin' hot in these streets, baby

Pull up Maybach, beep-beep, baby

And my shit came with the heat seats, baby

See-through shirt, I get a sneak peek, baby

Blow on me just like some green tea, baby

Ayy, ayy

[Verse 2]

Tired of all of y'all tellin' me niggas is real, pussy, I know when it's real

You only come home to pose and pop off a look, but you forgot how it feel

Chi-town, poppin' a pill, go on a drill, lookin' for someone to kill

White kids listen to you 'cause they feel some guilt and that's how your soul gets fulfilled

Handin' out turkeys on camera inside of your hood, then you go back to the hills

How many houses you build? How many souls did you heal off the back of your deal?

Difference between niggas gettin' you out of your deal and lettin' you out of your deal, damn

Against your will, how many new names do you got on your will? Damn

How many more times is y'all gon' keep callin' it soft when it's silk? Damn

How many more interviews y'all gonna do just to get Ice to chill? Damn

They tryna cover it up like a quilt

'Rari go skrrt on a boy like a kilt

Kept it a hundred on paper like Wilt

Trickin' it off on her, payin' her bill

That's just how I do the sauce and the spill

These hoes know how I pop it for real

These hoes know how I pop it for real, yeah

Yeah, yeah

I made way too much in a week

Must be two hundred and fifty at least

Like the money just grew off a tree

Like the money just came in for free, for real, yeah

MRI machine scannin' my knee

Like how long you been runnin' the streets? For real, yeah

She just text me, like, "Oui, oui, oui, oui"

We in Paris like two hundred deep, for real

And I went bought a whip for my brother

Same body, but two different colors

And I might just tell Kai get another

Small price 'cause he kept it one hundred

And I might book a flight out to London

(Ayy, Janice, shut the fuck up)