Ice My Bitch
Matthew Douch ubered me
Aye, aye, aye, aye, TURN UP
I gotta ice my wrist
I got some frost on my bitch
Fucking with pills and shit
That bitch she gonna get hit aye
Pulling up foreign whips
Dropping the top we lit
Bitch I be with the shits
I'm finna ice my bitch
I gotta ice my wrist
I got some frost on my bitch
Fucking with pills and shit
That bitch she gonna get hit aye
Pulling up foreign whips
Dropping the top we lit
Bitch I be with the shits
I'm finna ice my bitch
Hop out the Bentley (hoppin out)
I got some snow on my shoes (icy)
Poppin a xany (poppin it)
Bitch I be feelin so lose (aghh)
Pull up I hop out the Coupe
I gotta a grove
Bought me a sweater im cool
Rollin of beans I'm a fool
I be a fool aye
Double cup leaning (sippin on purple)
My bitch she freezing (she bad like trouble)
I got no reason (sipping a double)
Your bitch she teasing (she worth the trouble)
Busting a rocket (superspeed racin)
She cannot stop it (that bitch she fiending)
Busting on lock down mode
Bitch we gon tote a pole
Bitch I can love a hoe
Bitch you cant say hello
Bitch I be dropping the toppy
Your bitch just gave me some sloppy
Why you be walking so cool
When I pull up in a Rari
Why you be walking so cool
When I pull in a Rari
I gotta ice my wrist
I got some frost on my bitch
Fucking with pills and shit
That bitch she gonna get hit aye
Pulling up foreign whips
Dropping the top we lit
Bitch I be with the shits
I'm finna ice my bitch
I gotta ice my wrist
I got some frost on my bitch
Fucking with pills and shit
That bitch she gonna get hit aye
Pulling up foreign whips
Dropping the top we lit
Bitch I be with the shits
I'm finna ice my bitch
Ice all on my neck costs what you paid on crack
Now you fiending don't come and fucking tell me that aye woah
I got the plug but I ain't selling shit
So if you running up know who your dealing with
Moving silent in the night like we on elm street
But this ain't no nightmare, this reality
And if you gonna talk then you gonna see
How my gang be loaded up
Bunk her down and we gon run her up
You wondering who done that
Like why you gonna do that
Damn you really clueless
Take a look at yourself
Trapping out the Camry all by yourself
I gotta ice my wrist
I got some frost on my bitch
Fucking with pills and shit
That bitch she gonna get hit aye
Pulling up foreign whips
Dropping the top we lit
Bitch I be with the shits
I'm finna ice my bitch
HEYYYY
Aye, aye, aye, aye, TURN UP
I gotta ice my wrist
I got some frost on my bitch
Fucking with pills and shit
That bitch she gonna get hit aye
Pulling up foreign whips
Dropping the top we lit
Bitch I be with the shits
I'm finna ice my bitch
I gotta ice my wrist
I got some frost on my bitch
Fucking with pills and shit
That bitch she gonna get hit aye
Pulling up foreign whips
Dropping the top we lit
Bitch I be with the shits
I'm finna ice my bitch
Hop out the Bentley (hoppin out)
I got some snow on my shoes (icy)
Poppin a xany (poppin it)
Bitch I be feelin so lose (aghh)
Pull up I hop out the Coupe
I gotta a grove
Bought me a sweater im cool
Rollin of beans I'm a fool
I be a fool aye
Double cup leaning (sippin on purple)
My bitch she freezing (she bad like trouble)
I got no reason (sipping a double)
Your bitch she teasing (she worth the trouble)
Busting a rocket (superspeed racin)
She cannot stop it (that bitch she fiending)
Busting on lock down mode
Bitch we gon tote a pole
Bitch I can love a hoe
Bitch you cant say hello
Bitch I be dropping the toppy
Your bitch just gave me some sloppy
Why you be walking so cool
When I pull up in a Rari
Why you be walking so cool
When I pull in a Rari
I gotta ice my wrist
I got some frost on my bitch
Fucking with pills and shit
That bitch she gonna get hit aye
Pulling up foreign whips
Dropping the top we lit
Bitch I be with the shits
I'm finna ice my bitch
I gotta ice my wrist
I got some frost on my bitch
Fucking with pills and shit
That bitch she gonna get hit aye
Pulling up foreign whips
Dropping the top we lit
Bitch I be with the shits
I'm finna ice my bitch
Ice all on my neck costs what you paid on crack
Now you fiending don't come and fucking tell me that aye woah
I got the plug but I ain't selling shit
So if you running up know who your dealing with
Moving silent in the night like we on elm street
But this ain't no nightmare, this reality
And if you gonna talk then you gonna see
How my gang be loaded up
Bunk her down and we gon run her up
You wondering who done that
Like why you gonna do that
Damn you really clueless
Take a look at yourself
Trapping out the Camry all by yourself
I gotta ice my wrist
I got some frost on my bitch
Fucking with pills and shit
That bitch she gonna get hit aye
Pulling up foreign whips
Dropping the top we lit
Bitch I be with the shits
I'm finna ice my bitch
HEYYYY
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