IYH Video (MV)

It's left hand, bitch f*ck it you talk like that
Check baby, check baby, one-two-three
Check baby, check baby, one-two-three
Check baby, check baby, one-two
Check baby, check baby, want a do it again
Check baby, check baby, one-two-three
Check baby, check baby, one-two-three
Check baby, check baby, one-two
Check baby, check baby, want a do it again
Every time that CHEF drop
When you listen to my best bop
Perfect weather, yeah, get at me
Yeah, I heard they mad at me
I'm a student of the game though
I ain't worried about the fame, ho
I'm really stacking up my resume
Remember praying for the better days
Remember chilling down in Brandywine
Remember moving on the green line
Move to Florida for the peace of mind
Heard that opp want a piece of mine
I don't blame him cause I'm chef with it
Swear I never make a mess with it
Two-stepping like a roll call
I'll show you how to break a fourth wall
Light a blizzy up and watch, Rick and Morty
I can f*ck with Rick, but never f*ck with Morty
Morty very timid and is scared to crash
I show my multiverse, a student could do math
Yeah, I'm whipping in the lab, paper in my bag
Like Apple been to Mac, M10 be exact
You only been M3, still burn a CD
I'm getting my hair done while I'm bumping Max B
That new Chef with it turn it to the max speed
I could paint a picture, but keeping it classy
Shitting on them niggas, yeah, I'm feeling gassy
You think I'm laying slide, people trying to gas me
Slick Rick, the ruler and my neck is Gaspy
Rick Flair, got them wooing for the slaps, B
I can make a layout while you playing TASB
I can make a lesson plan with my Raps b
Chef with it, serious I'm TI with a fitted
Gucci man want ice cream, they loving my rhyme scheme
Dej Loaf with the hood, let somebody try me
At the parlay, money trees like Dahe
Tampa how I'm living, but im a PG County nigga
Steak and calamari, I remember eating liver
Now they hear the flow, say I'm cold, giving shivers
I'm like Tarantino if you mix it with the dealer
I can make it mad without making me a sound
Realest nigga out, bitch, that's my pronoun
Name another that can make it classic with the ounce
Name another that can bring the lyrics with the bounce
I just made this because I heard they giving doubt
Do it for the fam, I don't do it for the clout
East coast shawty, but a nigga in the south
Show him proof, nigga, let a hater run his mouth
Chef with the left, stay coming with the bops
Bad bitch shaking ass, rolling up the pot
Leave it to the left or straight, knock it out the box
College educated, but she shaking like a thot
Space jam, cargoes hanging up my ass
Go and find another real nigga in your class
I'm the nigga that's coming late in the back
Teacher call me Rasta cause I'm smelling like the pack
Soon as class finish, I go finish up a track
Shawty help me with the homework because she stacked
Chef with the left, that's a fact to be exact
If you ain't with the shits, better back back