Blck Ice (Bonus)
Damn this shit so groovy
(Chuckle)
Yea
Aite look
Uh
A nigga still talk that player shit
I put a shorty in pilates
She liked it
They told me just do it
I niked it
If ya shit don't slap
We don't hype it
Won't say it to my face
Don't type it
I might hit the stage
No hype man
Baby want my name
No hyphen
If shorty gotta man she trifling
See a nigga still talk that pimp shit
You can't say my name
You ain't did shit
They watch the kingpin
Come from a misfit
My shit slap
Cause they know that I lived
I saw the money rise like bisquick
I'm still going
Just in case you missed it
My shit came on
Shorty ask who is this
I move merch
Cause I'm good at logistics
I got the torch
Imma beat the statics
Life a movie
Man I'm really artistic
A nigga got a vision
I'm gifted
Forgot your name
Sorry girl I was lifted
But still got game
Baby don't get it twisted
Shorty in the kitchen
And she cooking up hot meals
I really touch road like hot wheels
Niggas nervous
See em shaking like broke heels
Independent we ain't taking no bad deals
This shit really giving me king feels
I mean shorty really look like she innocent
With this music man a nigga too diligent
Lil nigga you don't know what you witnessing
I make ya favorite artist
Look like a citizen
Shorty geeking off of my penmanship
Blck Rose niggas wanted a membership
In the crowd
Niggas yelling out finish him
Uh
Too heavy
Stack fetti
Just hit the celly
How you want it
She on her back
Turn on her belly
Shorty thick
Her ass fat
That shit jelly
Talking jelly's I'm finger rollin
Did it on my own
Home alone Macaulay Culkin
Over 5 years I'm still going
Down a hundred bands I'm still growing
And I'm top 5 ya shorty knowing
See these niggas lie with a bold face
Tell me baby, how does success taste
We had a date and the dinner was plant-based
I took her outta state
Like a sweepstakes
The game getting sweeter than cheesecake
I serve these niggas up
With a hot plate
You niggas still think it's a rat race
Why my paradise cover look outer space
Ok
Get money
Do anything make the bag happy
Big body
I beat the block in a black caddy
1 time I hold it down for my grandaddy
Money clips
My momma hated my pants saggy
Get money
Do anything make the
Uh
Big body
I beat the block in a black caddy
1 time I hold it down for my grandaddy
Money clips
My momma hated my
Uh
Yea
W I $ E
Enterprise Wi$e
Blck Rose til we muthafuckin
Uh
(Chuckle)
Yea
Aite look
Uh
A nigga still talk that player shit
I put a shorty in pilates
She liked it
They told me just do it
I niked it
If ya shit don't slap
We don't hype it
Won't say it to my face
Don't type it
I might hit the stage
No hype man
Baby want my name
No hyphen
If shorty gotta man she trifling
See a nigga still talk that pimp shit
You can't say my name
You ain't did shit
They watch the kingpin
Come from a misfit
My shit slap
Cause they know that I lived
I saw the money rise like bisquick
I'm still going
Just in case you missed it
My shit came on
Shorty ask who is this
I move merch
Cause I'm good at logistics
I got the torch
Imma beat the statics
Life a movie
Man I'm really artistic
A nigga got a vision
I'm gifted
Forgot your name
Sorry girl I was lifted
But still got game
Baby don't get it twisted
Shorty in the kitchen
And she cooking up hot meals
I really touch road like hot wheels
Niggas nervous
See em shaking like broke heels
Independent we ain't taking no bad deals
This shit really giving me king feels
I mean shorty really look like she innocent
With this music man a nigga too diligent
Lil nigga you don't know what you witnessing
I make ya favorite artist
Look like a citizen
Shorty geeking off of my penmanship
Blck Rose niggas wanted a membership
In the crowd
Niggas yelling out finish him
Uh
Too heavy
Stack fetti
Just hit the celly
How you want it
She on her back
Turn on her belly
Shorty thick
Her ass fat
That shit jelly
Talking jelly's I'm finger rollin
Did it on my own
Home alone Macaulay Culkin
Over 5 years I'm still going
Down a hundred bands I'm still growing
And I'm top 5 ya shorty knowing
See these niggas lie with a bold face
Tell me baby, how does success taste
We had a date and the dinner was plant-based
I took her outta state
Like a sweepstakes
The game getting sweeter than cheesecake
I serve these niggas up
With a hot plate
You niggas still think it's a rat race
Why my paradise cover look outer space
Ok
Get money
Do anything make the bag happy
Big body
I beat the block in a black caddy
1 time I hold it down for my grandaddy
Money clips
My momma hated my pants saggy
Get money
Do anything make the
Uh
Big body
I beat the block in a black caddy
1 time I hold it down for my grandaddy
Money clips
My momma hated my
Uh
Yea
W I $ E
Enterprise Wi$e
Blck Rose til we muthafuckin
Uh
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Writer(s): Aaron Wise
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