Indiana 2 For 2 - Jorjiana

Right about now, haha (Yeah)
Y'all should know what the fuck going on (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
We've been around the world this summer
219 to the globe
Nah, for real
The biggest
Yop, yop, yop
My heart not alone 'cause it's a Chrome Hearts logo on it
But I'm cold as the winter in Toronto, you gotta watch me
Hoes too much work for me, so I'd rather go chase a comma
They said that I'd fall off, but I'm still a trending topic
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Yeah
5 Elements (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Jorjiana in this motherfucker
Ayy, Keesh
You know what the fuck we doing
Let's ride

My heart not alone 'cause it's a Chrome Hearts logo on it
But I'm cold as the winter in Toronto, you gotta watch me
Hoes too much work for me, so I'd rather go chase a comma
They said that I'd fall off, but I'm still a trending topic
Y'all mouths are filled with cobwebs if y'all ever hopped up off me
I'll jump off a bridge for all my dogs, I pogo off it
Ten racks for my next show, might just jump in the crowd, come watch me
Tread lightly with them threats or they gon' have to close your coffin
I pop out fresh to death, they think a stylist came to sauce me
Y'all act too feminine, I swear to God that y'all be saucy
Ain't fuck with y'all at all 'cause y'all act too wishy-washy
Just scuffed up my white 1s, good thing my closet don't got a bottom
This shit don't never end, I ain't looking for no new friends
It's just me, this G-19, the big-ass stack of bands
Don't really fuck with people, but I love the ones that's dead
Twenty on my neck and fifty on my wristband
I'm at the steakhouse on the rooftop, came up eating Spam
Got used to flying coach, I think G6 kinda bougie, man
They can't pop shit at all and the difference is I can
I don't need an entourage, this a solo-drummer band
Bitch

Yop, uh-huh, uh-huh

Goddamn
Shawty ass don't miss
(Thanks, Yakree)
Thanks, Yakree
Jorji, keep going
You know it's your time, right? (Keep going)
Uh-huh, uh-huh (Keep going)

I ain't squaring up with no one, these hoes gon' duck tacos
Right pocket twenties, left pocket stuffed with honchos
I ain't open up to no one 'less you in my circle
Fucked off in New York, I came home with a whole new wardrobe
Bape, Balenci', Alexander Wang, look like a runway show
I see you tryna fuck with me, baby, you react my post
Been outside my body since I got money, I'm playing explore mode
If the hoes stop talking to me today, by tomorrow, learn Morse code
Ain't too picky when it come to my chick, long as it's all there
Bro in a band, he walk shit down and shoot, sound like he play snare
Four Sprinter vans and they all back to back, you'd think I was the mayor
Woke up in sweats and couldn't go back to sleep, I had a dream I cared
Folks acting crazy and I'm tryna act like I ain't, we cannot be compared
Bro hiding the ARP in a Moose Knuckle coat, in the winter, he rock Moncler
Tryna be on my nonchalant shit, but this ho piss me off, got me wanting to rip out my hair
I ain't finna play with these hoes, this a pay, not a play phone, I do not play fair
Trading the bustdown watch for a plain-jane Rollie, I'm in my old-money era

Yeah
For real
Uh-huh, uh-huh
I'm in my old-money era