Jesus Piece
Big bank, I been about my bullshit
Big bank, I been about my bullshit
Big bank, I been about my bullshit
Big bank, I been about my bullshit
Big piece, big piece just from drug dealin'
Dope dealin'
A motherfuckin pig squealin'
I shoot him in that
I shoot him in his fuckin' face
Step down bitch you better know your fuckin' place
Cross up on my piece because i put my faith above
I think Jesus understand if I have to shoot it up
Cuz' niggas playin' with my name and they do not show me love
Man they sleepin' on the boy like they sippin' too much bub'
Now I'm really truly trippin'
I don't wanna see you die
I just wanna see my niggas trappin' get a 9-5
Want a 401k with a big ass crib
But for now I'm in those streets I gotta get it how I live
I'm seeing ghosts every day when i peek up out my door
I'm seeing bitches catchin' plays, equality for the hoes
And Turkey got the ye' if you tryna look for blow
And bitch gon' learn today if she tryna get the pole
Don't understand me
I shoot em like Bambi
I take out yo family
I'm winnin a grammy
I'm beatin' that pussy like eggs on my hammy
The Mary im plantin'
Now Stunky a farmer
I run in your barber
Then ask em who shot ya'
The plug like a charger
I put my trust in God that's my Jesus piece
(Bitch I'm iced out)
I put my trust in God that's my Jesus piece
(Motherfuckin iced out)
I put my trust in God that's my Jesus piece, that's my Jesus piece, that's my Jesus piece
(Bitch I'm iced out, bitch I'm iced out)
I put my trust in God that's my Jesus piece
(Bitch I'm iced out)
I put my trust in God that's my Jesus piece
(Motherfuckin iced out)
I put my trust in God that's my Jesus piece, that's my Jesus piece, that's my Jesus piece
(Bitch I'm iced out, bitch I'm iced out)
(Yung Turk)
I put my trust in Stunky for my vocals (Woo)
He put his trust in me we going global
I look around, I'm peepin' all the locals
(They ain't shit)
They look at me and I'm on top the podium
(Yeah)
But it's funny how the real fans are the ones who don't even know you
(Nah)
And the ones that you know are the ones you see out clubbin'
(Facts)
But then they wanna come get some grams for the price that's the lowest
(Uh)
But I ain't with that fake love when I got fans who would show it
(Ah)
They calling me guapo, cuz' all I'm about is the guap tho'
If it's not, then I'm not 'bout to go talk tho'
If it's hot, then Imma cop tho', I hit it first now they wanna follow
Pause tho'
(Ah)
Gimme the ball, assist like Rondo (Swish)
All of these rappers are dead to me (Trash)
Put em' to dirt, turn em' to fossils
Didn't think this shit was possible (Look)
Fucked around, now I'm buzzin'
Got bad bitches like Lubbock (Stunk)
Eat the booty like a muffin (Yeah yeah)
Fuck it up, Fuck it up, Fuck it up
Is it a Uber or Taxi? I'm coming
Man I squeeze her nipple like a button
Bitch I'm mad as hell like Joe Budden, yeah
How do you find me?
I'm so off the grid and you gotta remind me
Just where I be livin'
The demons can't find me I'm so good at hiding
I run my fingers through the guap (Bang)
I get the cheddar never stop (Lit)
I'm giving fetti seminars
A ballerina with my bars
The way I dance around these rappers
Ain't got gimmicks or no accents
Just another Houston rapper
Turned into a super rapper
And I'm shootin' who I'm after
Who is she man Imma tap her
UFC when I attack em
You can see her on the Maxim
(Bitch I'm iced out)
Big bank, I been about my bullshit
(Motherfucking iced out)
Big bank, I been about my bullshit
(Bitch I'm iced out)
Big bank, I been about my bullshit
(Bitch I'm iced out)
Big bank, I been about my bullshit
(Fuck that)
Big bank, I been about my bullshit
Big bank, I been about my bullshit
Big bank, I been about my bullshit
Big piece, big piece just from drug dealin'
Dope dealin'
A motherfuckin pig squealin'
I shoot him in that
I shoot him in his fuckin' face
Step down bitch you better know your fuckin' place
Cross up on my piece because i put my faith above
I think Jesus understand if I have to shoot it up
Cuz' niggas playin' with my name and they do not show me love
Man they sleepin' on the boy like they sippin' too much bub'
Now I'm really truly trippin'
I don't wanna see you die
I just wanna see my niggas trappin' get a 9-5
Want a 401k with a big ass crib
But for now I'm in those streets I gotta get it how I live
I'm seeing ghosts every day when i peek up out my door
I'm seeing bitches catchin' plays, equality for the hoes
And Turkey got the ye' if you tryna look for blow
And bitch gon' learn today if she tryna get the pole
Don't understand me
I shoot em like Bambi
I take out yo family
I'm winnin a grammy
I'm beatin' that pussy like eggs on my hammy
The Mary im plantin'
Now Stunky a farmer
I run in your barber
Then ask em who shot ya'
The plug like a charger
I put my trust in God that's my Jesus piece
(Bitch I'm iced out)
I put my trust in God that's my Jesus piece
(Motherfuckin iced out)
I put my trust in God that's my Jesus piece, that's my Jesus piece, that's my Jesus piece
(Bitch I'm iced out, bitch I'm iced out)
I put my trust in God that's my Jesus piece
(Bitch I'm iced out)
I put my trust in God that's my Jesus piece
(Motherfuckin iced out)
I put my trust in God that's my Jesus piece, that's my Jesus piece, that's my Jesus piece
(Bitch I'm iced out, bitch I'm iced out)
(Yung Turk)
I put my trust in Stunky for my vocals (Woo)
He put his trust in me we going global
I look around, I'm peepin' all the locals
(They ain't shit)
They look at me and I'm on top the podium
(Yeah)
But it's funny how the real fans are the ones who don't even know you
(Nah)
And the ones that you know are the ones you see out clubbin'
(Facts)
But then they wanna come get some grams for the price that's the lowest
(Uh)
But I ain't with that fake love when I got fans who would show it
(Ah)
They calling me guapo, cuz' all I'm about is the guap tho'
If it's not, then I'm not 'bout to go talk tho'
If it's hot, then Imma cop tho', I hit it first now they wanna follow
Pause tho'
(Ah)
Gimme the ball, assist like Rondo (Swish)
All of these rappers are dead to me (Trash)
Put em' to dirt, turn em' to fossils
Didn't think this shit was possible (Look)
Fucked around, now I'm buzzin'
Got bad bitches like Lubbock (Stunk)
Eat the booty like a muffin (Yeah yeah)
Fuck it up, Fuck it up, Fuck it up
Is it a Uber or Taxi? I'm coming
Man I squeeze her nipple like a button
Bitch I'm mad as hell like Joe Budden, yeah
How do you find me?
I'm so off the grid and you gotta remind me
Just where I be livin'
The demons can't find me I'm so good at hiding
I run my fingers through the guap (Bang)
I get the cheddar never stop (Lit)
I'm giving fetti seminars
A ballerina with my bars
The way I dance around these rappers
Ain't got gimmicks or no accents
Just another Houston rapper
Turned into a super rapper
And I'm shootin' who I'm after
Who is she man Imma tap her
UFC when I attack em
You can see her on the Maxim
(Bitch I'm iced out)
Big bank, I been about my bullshit
(Motherfucking iced out)
Big bank, I been about my bullshit
(Bitch I'm iced out)
Big bank, I been about my bullshit
(Bitch I'm iced out)
Big bank, I been about my bullshit
(Fuck that)
Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Mendoza
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