Heart On Ice
I'm selling O's
My heart on ice
Like da nigga from B two K
Gamble with yo life
Trying to get a bag of chips
But dis ain't no frito lay
Try me tonight
You will get sliced
Just like a cookie cake
I can take a flight
Or jump right back
On da interstate
Lil shawty ain't from overseas
But she be actin' borderline
If u ain't got a pretty penny
Yo bitch can't be
More than a dime
Lil baby thought I was talkin'
Bout my kids
Wen I said
I'm threw playing
Round with slime
Lil nigga betta run me my bread
I play baseball
I'ma end up slidin'
Tryna keep my members
Out da grave
I swear to God
That's like home plate
U can get one or two strikes
Da third gone
Take you out da game
Hope yo ex nigga was a boss
Cus I'm thru wit hoes
Fucked round with lames
Dem basic chicks
Cause me too much pain
Came from da dirty south
Name ain't got no stain
Lil shawty ain't from overseas
But her bag got dem double G's
She know I'm Gucci
In these streets
She out here tryna be like me
If I could grind three sixty five
Twenty four seven
I wouldn't sleep
I been ten toes down
It only right
Dat I'm waist deep
She ain't neva been overseas
Neva been out da four two three
So I told her pack her bags
Hit Miami for a week
Slow wit lingo
Say she on fleek
Lil nigga big racks on me
Pussy wet just like Fuji
Last man dry
Sand at the beach
My heart on ice
Like da nigga from B two K
Gamble with yo life
Trying to get a bag of chips
But dis ain't no frito lay
Try me tonight
You will get sliced
Just like a cookie cake
I can take a flight
Or jump right back
On da interstate
Lil shawty ain't from overseas
But she be actin' borderline
If u ain't got a pretty penny
Yo bitch can't be
More than a dime
Lil baby thought I was talkin'
Bout my kids
Wen I said
I'm threw playing
Round with slime
Lil nigga betta run me my bread
I play baseball
I'ma end up slidin'
Tryna keep my members
Out da grave
I swear to God
That's like home plate
U can get one or two strikes
Da third gone
Take you out da game
Hope yo ex nigga was a boss
Cus I'm thru wit hoes
Fucked round with lames
Dem basic chicks
Cause me too much pain
Came from da dirty south
Name ain't got no stain
Lil shawty ain't from overseas
But her bag got dem double G's
She know I'm Gucci
In these streets
She out here tryna be like me
If I could grind three sixty five
Twenty four seven
I wouldn't sleep
I been ten toes down
It only right
Dat I'm waist deep
She ain't neva been overseas
Neva been out da four two three
So I told her pack her bags
Hit Miami for a week
Slow wit lingo
Say she on fleek
Lil nigga big racks on me
Pussy wet just like Fuji
Last man dry
Sand at the beach
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Miller
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