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Ian Trap - Omakase Lyrics

(Haha, what the f—)
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
(Haha, what the f—)
Huh, huh, huh, huh
(Haha, what the f—)
(Haha, what the f—)
Huh, huh, huh, huh

I hate how when we take the molly, we get closer (I hate it, I hate it, I hate)
'Cause we won't be as open-minded when we sober, huh
I bet your bitch would wait in line to take a photo (Huh, wait, wait)
You stab my back? No, your sorry can't cut, huh (What the fuck?)
I bust my ass day and night, Kid Cudi, huh (Fuck, fuck)
Been runnin' that mouth for days and still ain't said nothin', huh (Not a damn thing)
So many dead faces, look like a mass murder, huh (Ha, ha)
I'm slidin' in with the Hell', make everybody heads turn, huh (What the fuck?)

I'm Savage, the Macho Man, just watch your head before I jump off them ropes
As soon as I buy you that bag, go and pop that tag, 'cause I do not plan on returnin'
T-T-T-shirt might be blank, but it'd break your bank, I don't even know where it's from
T-T-This ho go both ways, and I say: Okay, I'ma still take that down
I see your comments, lil' man, I still can't give you the time of day (I see them)
Three-point-five in this 'Wood, look like Megan Thee Stallion leg
My body wide, so I can't fit this Number Nine tee, goddamn (Nope, nope)
I should've never believed that bitch, and she should've never believed my ass

I hate how when we take the molly, we get closer (I hate it, I hate it, I hate)
'Cause we won't be as open-minded when we sober, huh
I bet your bitch would wait in line to take a photo (Huh, wait, wait)
You stab my back? No, your sorry can't cut, huh (What the fuck?)
I bust my ass day and night, Kid Cudi, huh (Fuck, fuck)
Been runnin' that mouth for days and still ain't said nothin', huh (Not a damn thing)
So many dead faces, look like a mass murder, huh (Ha, ha)
I'm slidin' in with the Hell', make everybody heads turn

So much ash on my body, look like I got set on fire (Damn)
I didn't ask for your two cents, keep that shit inside your pocket
Left watch presidential, look like I'm gon' run for office
I bought it, I didn't rent it, so I drive it how I want to, huh (I drive, drive, drive, drive, drive)
This a tussle, me against the Fronto (Against the—, huh, huh)
Jimmy Butler, hit him with the cross-up (Hit him with the—, huh)
Just built this Range, I still legged it, all the options (Legged it, legged it, legged it)
I take her brain, then I take her, omakase (On my own)