Icewood
(Helluva made this beat, baby) huh, huh
Hell nah, I ain't in a gang, but my pistol bang
I'll put a -ga on a tee like I'm Grizzley Gang
One of my opps can't walk no more, he gotta get a cane
Slid six months straight tryna catch a -ga and my chain, huh
Ayy, trap -, I touch more white flake than Salt Bae
Blood, sweat, tears, still we made more cheese than Parkay
Catch you out in traffic, up them Dracs and make yo' car shake
How the f- we park opps and park Wraiths?
Trap -, I been thuggin' since the hallway
Brodie, he ain't got no out date, they gave him all day
Sent that boy a band, his first day, he went and bought shanks
Ten milli' with the green beam on it, it'll park tanks
They thought they was 'bout that -, now they can't get they friends back
You was playin' with Christmas paper, we dealt with Saran wrap
-, don't call me, let me call you first, my -ch ain't playin' that
Bro look like a rapper, he make 80 racks and head tap, ah
Murder ain't legal, I ain't do that, don't be sayin' that
Shot a -ga like a movie, I wish I could play it back
I ain't tryna argue on the 'Gram, I don't play like that
Got his mama callin' 'round the city tryna get his head back
Yeah, I run with wolves and hustlers
In the trenches, but you ain't on -, you in the hood for nothin'
Your man's locked for an attempt, that boy got booked for nothin'
Skilla got a glizzy on him, Juntao, push the button
Labels say they want me, told 'em, "Send a million, not a hunnid"
Hop up out the bushes, up my cutter, glizzy got a button
I heard his co-de told on him, man, that boy got booked with Gunnas
We'll kill a -ga mama, I'm an evil -
Uh, I don't mean no harm, but yo' house on my arm
Trench baby, hot and ready, extra butter parm
Opps come to my house, I ain't got no alarm
I got some - that if it graze 'em, still'll break they arm
- cold, park the Rolls, come here, where you headed?
-, Skilla bought like three more chains and a Patek
We ain't tryna beef with -, bro, let's go on and did it
That's how you rock them boys to sleep, brodie not gon' stretch 'em
That's how you rock them boys to sleep, brodie not gon' stretch 'em
Hell nah, I ain't in a gang, but my pistol bang
I'll put a -ga on a tee like I'm Grizzley Gang
One of my opps can't walk no more, he gotta get a cane
Slid six months straight tryna catch a -ga and my chain, huh
Ayy, trap -, I touch more white flake than Salt Bae
Blood, sweat, tears, still we made more cheese than Parkay
Catch you out in traffic, up them Dracs and make yo' car shake
How the f- we park opps and park Wraiths?
Trap -, I been thuggin' since the hallway
Brodie, he ain't got no out date, they gave him all day
Sent that boy a band, his first day, he went and bought shanks
Ten milli' with the green beam on it, it'll park tanks
They thought they was 'bout that -, now they can't get they friends back
You was playin' with Christmas paper, we dealt with Saran wrap
-, don't call me, let me call you first, my -ch ain't playin' that
Bro look like a rapper, he make 80 racks and head tap, ah
Murder ain't legal, I ain't do that, don't be sayin' that
Shot a -ga like a movie, I wish I could play it back
I ain't tryna argue on the 'Gram, I don't play like that
Got his mama callin' 'round the city tryna get his head back
Yeah, I run with wolves and hustlers
In the trenches, but you ain't on -, you in the hood for nothin'
Your man's locked for an attempt, that boy got booked for nothin'
Skilla got a glizzy on him, Juntao, push the button
Labels say they want me, told 'em, "Send a million, not a hunnid"
Hop up out the bushes, up my cutter, glizzy got a button
I heard his co-de told on him, man, that boy got booked with Gunnas
We'll kill a -ga mama, I'm an evil -
Uh, I don't mean no harm, but yo' house on my arm
Trench baby, hot and ready, extra butter parm
Opps come to my house, I ain't got no alarm
I got some - that if it graze 'em, still'll break they arm
- cold, park the Rolls, come here, where you headed?
-, Skilla bought like three more chains and a Patek
We ain't tryna beef with -, bro, let's go on and did it
That's how you rock them boys to sleep, brodie not gon' stretch 'em
That's how you rock them boys to sleep, brodie not gon' stretch 'em
Credits
Writer(s): Luigi Creatore, Hugo E. Peretti, George David Weiss, Terry Sanchez Wallace, Martin Rafeal Mc Curtis, Trevon Gardner
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