Iced Out Drop Top (feat. Valee, CXRPSE, Bruhmanegod, eddison, 83hades & Lil Darkie)

I get neck in the wind when the top is dropped
It get really windy when the top is dropped
Pull up on you like the block is hot
Had to take it easy, these flip flops, just got
It get really windy when the tops get dropped, yeah
It get really windy when she topless now
I just did some donuts in the Dunkin Donuts parking lot
Then I had sped off, I watched the cops
Plane Jane, rollie blue, bitch wanna stick to me like glue
Bitch was actin' funny, I got rubber bands on floatie
Bitches keep flat tummy, I'm like "Yup, I'm really proud of you"
Can't find nothin' to be mad about, I left with the FN out (Yeah)
Can't find nothin' to be stressed about
Niggas act right when the TEC is out

Came in this bitch strapped with an AK
Unemployed, but paid like Payday
See a pussy nigga, get 'em shot down, mayday
We ain't at the range, so I'm finna spray, ayy
I got a target and I'm 'bout to let it rip
I got unlimited rounds in this .40 clip
I pick up the shotty, I kick down the door and dip
And if he an opp, he get buried in fuckin' bricks
Told you Spider Gang a corporation
Tell a white bitch I want my reparation
Like a terrorist, I'm in the fuckin' station
Keep three guns, nigga, fuck fadin'
If you wanna fuck it, I'ma let that shit blast
Fuck all that internet shit, I want cash
We not finna talk unless you got a rack
Put that nigga in dirt, laid him flat on his back

I got some drop, think I wanna overdose
I'm in a box, sent in by the boat load
I'm tryna box, but he is a no show
I cannot stop to the speed of a slowpoke
I'm in the function, I'm fuckin' a sober ho'
Why you playin' where you ain't supposed to go?
I'm at the show causing sensory overload
We gettin' shipments and controlling both the coasts
Doggin' that ho' in my bright yellow Bruce Lee
You want a problem with Spider? Come shoot me
Nine mill mansion, installing a gun tower
Fuckin' an old ass bitch 'til she come powder
All for dramatics, your life is a movie
I'm in South India spendin' some rupees
Thinkin' you hard, but you soft like a sunflower
Me and Cxrpse cuttin' up, I'm lookin' like Rush Hour

Oh, oh (Yeah, yeah)
Oh, oh, oh, oh (Yeah)
Oh, oh (Let's go)
Oh, oh, oh, oh (Yeah, yeah)

I get that dope outta state (Uh)
I fuck that bitch, she your bae (I fuck that bitch)
Bitch, I jumped off with no paint
I just walk in this bitch, I'm smokin' on stank (Yeah, yeah)
I got this dope in my lap
I'm fuckin' that bitch from the back
And this choppa blast
These niggas is crap
I'm ready to go in the plaque with no mask
And these niggas so pussy, I shoot at they ass
Then a pop on a perc and I motherfuckin' dab
I just wanna get high, I don't wanna rap
This choppa is bi, it shoot at your mama
And these niggas so pussy, they don't want no problems
I just spit at these niggas with all of my llamas
I just piss on these niggas with all of my commas
I just fuck on they bitches with all of my gang gang
And these niggas be broke 'cause they doin' the same thing
I just walked in this bitch and I'm sparkin' on everything
I just walked in this bitch and I'm shootin' up everything
I'm smokin' this dope, it feel like I can air bend
These pussy ass niggas, some shit that I can't stand
Ooh, ooh, breakin' that ho' on her back, I caught a dub
I pull up, I make her blush
I got the dope in the blunt
I got a bird, that shit the size of a bus
And I pull on her hair like a brush
These niggas be cap, they know that I already won?
I guess shootin' this shit up just wasn't enough

When it's dangerous, bring them Glocks out
I'm finna pop now
I'm on top now
Finna bring a mop, I'm Mr. shut your block down
Lettin' off gun sounds right next to playgrounds
Now that I'm up, I don't play now
Have your bitch just lay down
Her pussy hurt when I slay it
Pole in my hand, I'ma bang it
Watch what you claimin'
I'm in the field, I get dangerous
I'm in the field, bitches already know what I'm slangin'
Out the window I start sprayin'
You don't gotta talk, I already know why you hatin'
These bitches be basic, I hate it
My life contemplated
These pigs I be turnin' to bacon
The bullets is grazin' his top, why he had to start cavin'
I'm paintin' the picture with blood, no mosaic

Hahaha, yeah, yeah
Pussy we poppin' out
I got a pocket rocket missile launcher pistol
With the magazine poppin' out
I bought a mansion the size of my high school, nigga
And I just might buy two, uh
I'll put a hole in your house in my Camry
And turn a drive by to a drive-thru, uh
I got a drum on the gun, it go dun-dun-dun-dun
And arrive in your mind too
When I pull out the P90 'cause niggas behind me they tryna find me
They might get they eye and they spine beat up tryin' to line me up
Nigga, you likely to die, we up
If it means gettin' some money, then sign me up
Your bitch is suckin' my dick, she gon' dry me up

Dry- Dry me up
Dry- Dry me
If I gave you all my money, you would shit your pants