Iced Out Watches

When that boy ain't on no Perc, he folding on the drill
I took some bitches out the hood and put them in the hills
Tired of these Rollies, finna go and get a Richard Mille
And I don't care about the price I'm paying all the bills
I pulled up in some nice a new automobile
The bitches love how I talk, they like all my spill
Fuck all that other shit I'm trying to get a hundred mill

That ain't no Gucci or Ferragamo that's BB nigga
I got my bag together man I'm really worth five figures
I got a bitch say, "I ain't shit" but she still like my pictures
I got a bitch that want some dick that used to fuck my niggas
I know a nigga acting tough when we around them killers
My daddy told me, "Let's invest and get like five hundred buildings"
If I do that and they go up I'm worth like five hundred million
Then I'ma go take half of that and give it back to the children

I got a iced out Rollie that I ain't wore yet
I got a iced out Patek that I ain't wore yet
Niggas keep playing wit me he get hisself whacked
When I get a mill I'm taking it straight to the projects
I got my album together, I made like ten thousand bundles
These niggas playing with Kidd we put them boys straight under
That's a BB belt ain't Gucci or Ferragamo
And I'ma die a millionaire, I put that shit on my momma

Iced out a watch now a nigga wrist hurt
Your bitch like to fuck me because she know my dick get up first
Nigga this shit too easy I should get paid to spit a verse
I don't do no killing nigga, I'ma let my nigga murk you

I work too much, I'ma let my nigga hurt you
Iced the chain, you can call the shit VVS
Wanna be that nigga on commercial, on TV
I'm trying to be shit, man that shit on my motherfuckin' momma
But I'm trying be focused on the commas
Gotta have the buffs with the chain on
If yo' bitch try to come this way we play the fake song
We them icey boyz throw the headphones to block the noise

I got the ice now the bitches wanna fuck with us
I'ma treat the hoe like a squirrel and give her the nut
You can't come close to my chain 'cause that's how they start to buck
These are real diamonds why you think they fucking shine
I'ma try to keep the bullshit of my fucking mind

I got a iced out Rollie that I ain't wore yet
I got a iced out Patek that I ain't wore yet
Niggas keep playing wit' me he get hisself whacked
When I get a mill I'm taking it straight to the projects
I got my album together, I made like ten thousand bundles
These nigga playing with Kidd we put them boys straight under
Man that's a BB belt ain't Gucci or Ferragamo
And I'ma die a millionaire, I put that shit on my momma



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Writer(s): Alijah Allen, Courtney Bradley
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