Ice Talk
Stack up that paper And hop in a foreign
Naw I Can't fuck with These bitches be boring
Diamonds going to cost me A leg and a arm
Bought two more watch They came wit the charms
Glock on my hip If he reach then he gone
Ain't got no wood So we smoke out the bong
Up in a minute Gone lower your tone
I know that she fucking She came in a thong
Chopper going to blow at him He make a wish
She sucking and slurping She can't get a kiss
Amari the jeans They watching the drip
My diamonds be shining I drip in a storm
Smoking gelato I hop in a foreign
Fucking with Jada But now I want Lauren
Nigga be hating They bitch on my arm
Been getting money since 2011
She giving me Becky, my bitch can't be petty
I'm gettin this cheese It's on my spaghetti
SRT charger I came from Chevy
I'm gettin this green Im eating my veggies
Im dripping like dressing I keep me Weston
We never arresting Only do the sexing
Shoot like I'm booker A dog like I'm sexton
She begging for money I'm faithfully flexing
Talking my shit like I was a reverend
My Pops beat my ass Man I can't learn my lesson
Head of the class You niggas can't test me
Go outer space Like I'm Billy Preston
Waking them up You Know they steady resting
They watching my moves Just like I was Jessie
Pour out the soda We sipping the red
EDD hitting We getting this bread
Just got prescription Be smoking my meds
Never going to talk I Don't fuck with the feds
You niggas be bitches be telling The feds
We in this bitch rolling smoking
The dead
My shades always on I be off of them meds
Ain't going back cuz I said what I said
I blow through 100 Just spent that on nothing
Gas in the air know She choking on something
Diamonds be shining It ain't even sunny
Get rich or be broke had to get me some money
Can't sit on my ass I'm a get me to something
Designer my luggage My hands steady thumbing
I'm popping the trunk and I'm leaving them bloody
Pouring The liquor, we double the swisher
Smoke in my lungs like I don't got no liver
I'm always the plug no man in the middle
She calling me ugly she eat me for dinner
Got on my ice make it freeze It ain't winter
Touching the money I got me a splinter
Get to it fast Man you know I'm a sprinter
Know in the Field Always keep them utensil
You flexing wit one's Just spent ya rent on some Louis Vuitton
She say that she love I'm not Shaka Khan
You know we be ballin Like Trev and Steffon
Feelin the pain drink be making it numb
Know me a savage He ain't 21
Feeling like swervo Them 808s thumb
Clutching the turbo see twelve getting gone
You slow like a turtle And move like pawn
Naw I Can't fuck with These bitches be boring
Diamonds going to cost me A leg and a arm
Bought two more watch They came wit the charms
Glock on my hip If he reach then he gone
Ain't got no wood So we smoke out the bong
Up in a minute Gone lower your tone
I know that she fucking She came in a thong
Chopper going to blow at him He make a wish
She sucking and slurping She can't get a kiss
Amari the jeans They watching the drip
My diamonds be shining I drip in a storm
Smoking gelato I hop in a foreign
Fucking with Jada But now I want Lauren
Nigga be hating They bitch on my arm
Been getting money since 2011
She giving me Becky, my bitch can't be petty
I'm gettin this cheese It's on my spaghetti
SRT charger I came from Chevy
I'm gettin this green Im eating my veggies
Im dripping like dressing I keep me Weston
We never arresting Only do the sexing
Shoot like I'm booker A dog like I'm sexton
She begging for money I'm faithfully flexing
Talking my shit like I was a reverend
My Pops beat my ass Man I can't learn my lesson
Head of the class You niggas can't test me
Go outer space Like I'm Billy Preston
Waking them up You Know they steady resting
They watching my moves Just like I was Jessie
Pour out the soda We sipping the red
EDD hitting We getting this bread
Just got prescription Be smoking my meds
Never going to talk I Don't fuck with the feds
You niggas be bitches be telling The feds
We in this bitch rolling smoking
The dead
My shades always on I be off of them meds
Ain't going back cuz I said what I said
I blow through 100 Just spent that on nothing
Gas in the air know She choking on something
Diamonds be shining It ain't even sunny
Get rich or be broke had to get me some money
Can't sit on my ass I'm a get me to something
Designer my luggage My hands steady thumbing
I'm popping the trunk and I'm leaving them bloody
Pouring The liquor, we double the swisher
Smoke in my lungs like I don't got no liver
I'm always the plug no man in the middle
She calling me ugly she eat me for dinner
Got on my ice make it freeze It ain't winter
Touching the money I got me a splinter
Get to it fast Man you know I'm a sprinter
Know in the Field Always keep them utensil
You flexing wit one's Just spent ya rent on some Louis Vuitton
She say that she love I'm not Shaka Khan
You know we be ballin Like Trev and Steffon
Feelin the pain drink be making it numb
Know me a savage He ain't 21
Feeling like swervo Them 808s thumb
Clutching the turbo see twelve getting gone
You slow like a turtle And move like pawn
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Writer(s): Qadiir Wajd
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