Ice Pick

I can't deal with all this stress
Everyday I'm wonderin when my life's gonna end

You told me that love me
But you're better off dead

You only held me back
From me becoming my best

Left my ex
And she wanted my dick

I changed her life
Now it's time to split

I learned my lesson
Crazy bitch

I woke up one day
I had enough of this

The only thing I want
Is my money doing tricks

So I wrote a song
And it went like this

Aye

So I wrote a song
And it went like this

Fuckin' yo bitch skate off in the whip
Fuckin' yo bitch skate off in the whip
Yung Jay pulled up with only one clip
Yung Jay pulled up with only one clip
Take yo squad out with only 1 hit

We in this together you don't wanna miss
Aye
Aye
We in this together you don't wanna miss
Aye
In this together you don't wanna miss

Diamonds all on me I look like a lick
She suckin' the dick but only the tip
I iced out my rollie might need an ice pick
Empty the clip and swerve off in the vip

Aye
Aye
Empty the clip and swerve off in the vip
Aye
Aye
Can't stop me now I just might make a hit
Yeah
Can't stop me now I just might make a hit

I can't deal with all this stress
Everyday I'm wonderin when my life's gonna end

You told me that love me
But you're better off dead

You only held me back
From me becoming my best

I can't deal with all this stress
Everyday I'm wonderin' when my life's gonna end

You told me that love me
But you're better off dead

You only held me back
From me becoming my best

All of your statements
Are way off

Lil baby gon call
Cuz she want more

Hop out the whip
With the A-R

Let that shit clap
Like an encore

I keep a shooter like
Thompson

My drip keep fly like a
Condor

Imma go cop that
Goyard

Let dat bitch know that I
Go hard

All of you bitches retarded
You shop
At target
I cop
The prada, yeah

Only if im being honest
All of my garmets
I got from barneys, yeah

I see you poppin those bars
To feel like a star
But don't wanna go hard, yeah

Unlike, all of you try hards
Willin' to die hard
Don't even have a car

All of you trappin' too hard
But not workin hard
Expecting to go far, yeah

Now while you sittin' behind bars
I'm in the studio
Cookin' up mo bars, yeah

All of you bitches retarded
You shop at target

Only if I'm bein' honest
I got from barney's, yeah

I can't deal with all this stress
Everyday I'm wonderin when my life's gonna end

You told me that love me
But you're better off dead

You only held me back
From me becoming my best