Photo ID

Ahaha, hohoho, shit, no

Oh, ****

Aw, man, tell the label

Tell the label

New week, no sleep, no key, I lost 'em in the street

And no, I can't see without you

Billy and Badu, I'll follow you into any room

'Cause I can't hear without you

(Shit gets weird when you talk about it)

Lit in line, smile for the photo ID

Inside, that's where we can be free

Your highness, caught you sippin' on lean

Reminds me that's how it's 'posed to be

Bitch, you fell asleep too fast

I want my money back

But I can't deal without you

Stuck behind your beat, I kick my feet up

You're so mean

But I can't dream without you

(Shit gets weird when you talk about it)

Lit in line, smile for the photo ID

Inside, that's where we can be free

Your highness (Yeah, ahaha), caught you sippin' on lean (Aight, pictures of my)

Reminds me that's how it's 'posed to be (Yeah-yeah-yeah, okay, okay)

Aight, pictures of my friends on my Instagram

And photos of my toes on my OnlyFans

And visuals in these frames look better

Than the ones that she posted on Facebook

I'm ready when you wanna point that, shoot that, pop that

Polaroid that, screw that, chop that lean

The shit that only happened in my wildest dreams

The shit we talk about and listen to behind the screens

And I be tryna stream consciousness (Ayy)

Baby, you be tryna stream songs like this

I told you I just want to remember it

I told you I be tryna create memories

But everybody 'round me want a check

Only thing that keep me out of that bag full of that white

Or that bottle full of that red is photos on my desk

Only thing that keep me out of my head when I'm in bed

Is the photos on the wall back when we had it all

So I be tryna keep track of it (Ayy)

Catch it and it vanish like a magic trick (Ayy)

'Specially when we was on Xans and shit (Ayy)

Truthfully, I don't even understand that shit, another stanza

My bitch an actor, my homie managin', makin' sure that they payin' us

I'm just a natural when it come to pickin' the brands up

And I'm only twenty-five, G

Tell that bitch to take a picture for the photo ID (****)

Lit in line, smile for the photo ID

Inside, that's where we can be free

Your highness, caught you sippin' on lean

Reminds me that's how it's 'posed to be

Ooh, baby, turn off the light

You're gonna make my body fry

Ooh, baby, don't you cry

Shit gets weird when you talk about it

Ooh, baby, turn off the light

You're gonna make my body fry

Ooh, baby, don't you cry

Shit gets weird when you talk about it

Lit in line, smile for the photo ID

Inside, that's where we can be free

Your highness, caught you sippin' on lean

Reminds me that's how it's 'posed to be