(Icey, I'm so sick of you) ha, ha
Hop out the coupe niggas smell like pussy
I broke the clock can't scale my shit
Geeked out my mind, never felt like this
Put it in sport then the tail might fish
Glock in his face, that's a real death kiss
You don't want smoke
That's a real death wish
Bad bitch ten out of ten, chefs kiss
Laying in the
I ain't pull over, I'm ducking state troopers
My niggas pulled up on time, we some shooters
Digital dash in that digital damn
All my number be accurate
Count like no child
That bitch she animal planet, real wild
She set you up and she sliming you out
She ring on your doorbell
We run in your house
My jeans Mike Amiri, I stomp in these bitches
Got AF1's I'm pumping these bitches
Niggas be fly like the sky is the limit
But I'm going past that you know it's
Double me up, double me down
Get that shit, double-time, we miss
We spin around
These bitches going, they all come around
Nigga I ain't been around
She like when I smile
I got slugs in my mouth shell cases
Can't leave no slugs on the ground
Hellraiser step, leave a hole in the ground
For his script, then we busting them down
Drinking the cream soda, flushing them down
Don't know what it is
But it's something about
Niggas that go and start running they mouth
Turn off the lights
Camp in front of they house
Thousand grams, thirty-four, forty-two gang
All the real niggas gon' go through the same
Trap house and it's part of the game
But one thing I learned
You can't make no mistakes
I done took the skin off
My back for some snakes
This for niggas that showed that
Shit off in my face
Hop out the coupe niggas smell like pussy
I broke the clock can't scale my shit
Geeked out my mind, never felt like this
Put it in sport then the tail might fish
Glock in his face, that's a real death kiss
You don't want smoke
That's a real death wish
Bad bitch ten out of ten, chefs kiss
