I Promise You lyrics

[Intro]
I, you already, you know 16 ran it up (Yeah)
I got your back, slatt, I promise you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ooh, yeah (Ha)

[Chorus]
You don't want smoke with Cash (Slatt, spillin' lean), hol' up, yeah
What you talkin' 'bout?Yeah, hol' up (Like a, uh)
Yeah, hold up (Uh)
(I'm on the xan for real, you know what I'm saying in this motherf*cker)
What you talkin' 'bout? (Yeah, hol' up)
Yeah, yeah, hol' up (Yeah, yeah)
Talkin' 'bout, yeah (Hol' up, what?)
Yeah, hol' up, uh (Uh)
Talkin' 'bout, ooh

[Verse 1]
Ooh, uh, ooh
Hermes link, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah
Ride around, b*tch, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah
Ride on my di*k, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah
Keep a bad b*tch, what you talkin' 'bout? Ooh (Slatt)
Keep this b*tch lit, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah
Smoke a whole pound, what you talkin' 'bout?
Been playin' wit' your b*tch, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah
Bag in the brief, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah
Carti got six, what you talkin' 'bout? (Blatt)
n*gga got rich, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah
Bentleys and Lambs, what you talkin' 'bout? Ooh
I'm with my b*tch and we vibin' out (Skrr)
Rockin' Vlone when I'm poppin' out, ah
Blingin' my ice, I'm just showin' out
I'm f*ckin' your b*tch, the new word of mouth
All of these eaters gon' find it out
I'm in this b*tch and I'm vibin' out
I'm in this b*tch, f*ck he talkin' 'bout?
Yeah, spray this b*tch up, yeah, b*tch, nobody can leave, hol' up (Blatt-blatt-blatt)
Yeah, me and my n*ggas been geeked up, we was just teens, hol' up (Blicky)
Ayy, I got some n*ggas that rockin' with me (Ha)
[Chorus]
You don't want smoke with Cash (Slatt), hol' up, yeah
What you talkin' 'bout? Yeah, hol' up (Like a, uh)
Yeah, hold up (Uh)
([?], you know what I'm saying in this motherf*cker?)
What you talkin' 'bout? (Yeah, hol' up)
Yeah, yeah, hol' up (Yeah, yeah)
Talkin' 'bout, yeah (Hol' up, what?)
Yeah, hol' up, uh
Talkin' 'bout, ooh

[Verse 2]
I'm a young OG, b*tch, yeah, ayy
Young n*gga don't know me, b*tch, yeah
I don't even owe you sh*t, yeah
I pull up, too much drip, yeah
I pull up, too many b*tches, yeah
Iced-out Patek, b*tch, yeah (Patek)
I ain't even pay for sh*t, yeah
Heard you wanna geek 'bout a b*tch, yeah ('Bout a b*tch)
Put a red dot on your head, yeah
Cut a b*tch off, no legs
And the girl stay red on red, yeah
And the juice stay red on red, yeah
In the back with my slatt, what you talm 'bout
Southside, n*gga, what you talm 'bout, yeah
We don't do sets, what you talm 'bout? Yeah
We don't do that, what you talm 'bout? Ooh
We spend racks, what you talm 'bout? Yeah
Too many beans, I'ma pass out, yeah (Pass out)
I'm on that lean with the TEC out (TEC out)
Call up Young Nudy, East Paradise, yeah
We gon' leave a n*gga in the daylight, yeah
We gon' leave a n*gga in the daylight, yeah (What?)
We gon' leave a n*gga in the daylight, yeah (Ooh, ha)
[Chorus]
You don't want smoke with Cash (Slatt, spillin' lean), hol' up, yeah
What you talkin' 'bout?Yeah, hol' up (Like a, uh)
Yeah, hold up (Uh)
(I'm on the xan for real, you know what I'm saying in this motherf*cker)
What you talkin' 'bout? (Yeah, hol' up)
Yeah, yeah, hol' up (Yeah, yeah)
Talkin' 'bout, yeah (Hol' up, what?)
Yeah, hol' up, uh (Uh)
Talkin' 'bout, ooh