Ice
I put the ice
Around my neck
And let it glisten
I catch a op
Then up the mop
Right at his biscuit
If you don't stop
You gon get popped
You betta listen
I needa get up out my bag
Up out my feelings
I call my slime
So you know
He gon slatt em all
I'm anti social
I don't talk
And I don't cap at all
I catch a op
Then throw some shots
Like this was basketball
Not supa man
You can get jammed
Without a mask at all
Me & my brothers
Run it up
And then we laugh at yaw
If you want smoke
I turn you right into
A caption dawg
I spin ya block a couple times
& leave you flattened dawg
I pull chops
And bro pull chops
And then we blasting yaw
You hear me rapping dawg
This ain't no cap at all
If you really want the beef
I get the blasting yaw
If really think you tuff
I start attacking yaw
If you really want the smoke
I stuff this backwood up
I take my diamonds to a party
See em dancing dawg
I get so drippy
When I walk through
I be splashing yaw
Dolce Gabbana
With the balmain
Jus to laugh at yaw
And I put louis
Round my waist
Cuss my pants falling off
Yaw wasn't answering the phone
When I was calling yaw
Now you keep joeing my name
Like Thas my brother dawg
Now you blowing up my phone
Like bro you hollywood
I put the ice
Around my neck
And let it glisten
I catch a op
Then up the mop
Right at his biscuit
If you don't stop
You gon get popped
You betta listen
I needa get up out my bag
Up out my feelings
You keep blowing up my phone
And I don't answer
She keep on hitting up my line
Swear I cant stand her
I want a musain
Want a jag
And want a phantom
I will not rumble
If got it
I'm gon blam him
We all men
We bleed the same
So I won't fear him
And if I ever catch a op
I'm gon Jam him
See my chain
And check my watch
Them diamonds dancing
Ya girl keep
Hitting up my phone
Saying im handsome
I ain't worried bout you hater
Yaw some randoms
you say we beefing
But my music
What you jamming
I'm in the sky
It's a long time
Til I'm landing
If you wan do this
Ima slide
And we can do this
If you really want the beef
I get the shooting
We gon come
In big ass trucks
Like we was moving
We gon run all
In ya crib
On some goon shit
We got macs
We gon semis
ARs to bitch
So if you fucking
With my brovas
Ima lose it
Around my neck
And let it glisten
I catch a op
Then up the mop
Right at his biscuit
If you don't stop
You gon get popped
You betta listen
I needa get up out my bag
Up out my feelings
I call my slime
So you know
He gon slatt em all
I'm anti social
I don't talk
And I don't cap at all
I catch a op
Then throw some shots
Like this was basketball
Not supa man
You can get jammed
Without a mask at all
Me & my brothers
Run it up
And then we laugh at yaw
If you want smoke
I turn you right into
A caption dawg
I spin ya block a couple times
& leave you flattened dawg
I pull chops
And bro pull chops
And then we blasting yaw
You hear me rapping dawg
This ain't no cap at all
If you really want the beef
I get the blasting yaw
If really think you tuff
I start attacking yaw
If you really want the smoke
I stuff this backwood up
I take my diamonds to a party
See em dancing dawg
I get so drippy
When I walk through
I be splashing yaw
Dolce Gabbana
With the balmain
Jus to laugh at yaw
And I put louis
Round my waist
Cuss my pants falling off
Yaw wasn't answering the phone
When I was calling yaw
Now you keep joeing my name
Like Thas my brother dawg
Now you blowing up my phone
Like bro you hollywood
I put the ice
Around my neck
And let it glisten
I catch a op
Then up the mop
Right at his biscuit
If you don't stop
You gon get popped
You betta listen
I needa get up out my bag
Up out my feelings
You keep blowing up my phone
And I don't answer
She keep on hitting up my line
Swear I cant stand her
I want a musain
Want a jag
And want a phantom
I will not rumble
If got it
I'm gon blam him
We all men
We bleed the same
So I won't fear him
And if I ever catch a op
I'm gon Jam him
See my chain
And check my watch
Them diamonds dancing
Ya girl keep
Hitting up my phone
Saying im handsome
I ain't worried bout you hater
Yaw some randoms
you say we beefing
But my music
What you jamming
I'm in the sky
It's a long time
Til I'm landing
If you wan do this
Ima slide
And we can do this
If you really want the beef
I get the shooting
We gon come
In big ass trucks
Like we was moving
We gon run all
In ya crib
On some goon shit
We got macs
We gon semis
ARs to bitch
So if you fucking
With my brovas
Ima lose it
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Writer(s): Tyshiem Robinson
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