Iced Coffee
Hey
Bitch i'm 3 and i say hey
Pour that shit the other way
I fye that bitch right at your face
I like to roll with that shit
I like to flow with that shit
I got that pole with that shit nigga
I cannot go with that bitch nigga, hey
Hmm
I really just zoom, i really just light that bitch like BIC baby
Lil shawty like dick baby
Nut in that bitch, hell nah i ain't worried that quick baby
I just called her cell
I don't want your cell
Told yo bitch i want another blunt and go to fucking hell
We get hot nigga
I'm in the box baby
I got the rock baby
Put all that shit on the block baby
I'm big 3 i smoke that pressure 'till i'm in the sky
'Till i'm fly
Told that bitch i don't know why
I got my Fetty's, and they so lit
I told her i'm hot, like a motherfucking stick
Like a stove
I'm 20 years old, bitch i'm 19
Lil dyke got fucking covid
I told the lil bitch, i wanna ride in that rover
Bitch i roll with my blick and i know
I can't roll with a stick in my nose
Lil bitch 'gon pull-up with a dick and i know (Gun)
I just like that
I'm 'bout to right back
I just got cellphones
I did not type that, hmm hey
I just make calls on a daily
I told that bitch i like the white girls, motherfucking Haley
White girls with juulís, I'm talking bout Juul
Told that lil bitch, what is the moves
I like the way, that is you groove
I like to roam hoe
I like the phone though
I like to ride out, lil baby just go go
She wanna just ride in SRT and hit 200
I really want money, stack
All real blue hundreds hey
With my shoulder
I'm getting older
I'm getting stronger
I'm getting bolder
I got that tone in my voice that just make you feel it
It make you feel it, hey
Make you wanna go to the sky
Make you wanna call your guys
Make you wanna pull-up with stick, yeah pull-up with the shit no fucking lie
Yeah, make you go off with that shit just like you driving
Slow, 20 miles and that bitch will conniving
Bitch I ain't writing no hook
Bitch I ain't rolling no pressure
This freestyle, I ain't reading no book, ain't reading no lines
Ain't reading no shyt off my phone
I got this shit in my dome
I got this shit in my forehead nigga what you know yeah, hey hey
I put this shit off
I'm really so transparent she got it, I put this shit off
I let you know how i feel
Like today I feel like "3 you got skill"
Bitch I go up the hill
King off the hill nigga
Queen, namean
Shawty want pop the bean
I just wanna skate namean hey
Slatt Slatt
Bitch i'm 3 and i say hey
Pour that shit the other way
I fye that bitch right at your face
I like to roll with that shit
I like to flow with that shit
I got that pole with that shit nigga
I cannot go with that bitch nigga, hey
Hmm
I really just zoom, i really just light that bitch like BIC baby
Lil shawty like dick baby
Nut in that bitch, hell nah i ain't worried that quick baby
I just called her cell
I don't want your cell
Told yo bitch i want another blunt and go to fucking hell
We get hot nigga
I'm in the box baby
I got the rock baby
Put all that shit on the block baby
I'm big 3 i smoke that pressure 'till i'm in the sky
'Till i'm fly
Told that bitch i don't know why
I got my Fetty's, and they so lit
I told her i'm hot, like a motherfucking stick
Like a stove
I'm 20 years old, bitch i'm 19
Lil dyke got fucking covid
I told the lil bitch, i wanna ride in that rover
Bitch i roll with my blick and i know
I can't roll with a stick in my nose
Lil bitch 'gon pull-up with a dick and i know (Gun)
I just like that
I'm 'bout to right back
I just got cellphones
I did not type that, hmm hey
I just make calls on a daily
I told that bitch i like the white girls, motherfucking Haley
White girls with juulís, I'm talking bout Juul
Told that lil bitch, what is the moves
I like the way, that is you groove
I like to roam hoe
I like the phone though
I like to ride out, lil baby just go go
She wanna just ride in SRT and hit 200
I really want money, stack
All real blue hundreds hey
With my shoulder
I'm getting older
I'm getting stronger
I'm getting bolder
I got that tone in my voice that just make you feel it
It make you feel it, hey
Make you wanna go to the sky
Make you wanna call your guys
Make you wanna pull-up with stick, yeah pull-up with the shit no fucking lie
Yeah, make you go off with that shit just like you driving
Slow, 20 miles and that bitch will conniving
Bitch I ain't writing no hook
Bitch I ain't rolling no pressure
This freestyle, I ain't reading no book, ain't reading no lines
Ain't reading no shyt off my phone
I got this shit in my dome
I got this shit in my forehead nigga what you know yeah, hey hey
I put this shit off
I'm really so transparent she got it, I put this shit off
I let you know how i feel
Like today I feel like "3 you got skill"
Bitch I go up the hill
King off the hill nigga
Queen, namean
Shawty want pop the bean
I just wanna skate namean hey
Slatt Slatt
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Writer(s): Thomas Haskins Iii
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