Ice Spice

Ian gone lie you Niggas in trouble Can’t sign that shit til it’s double Rich young nigga can’t get in no scuffle I’m quick with the blick that’s on my brother Take a risk everyday with my life imma roll that dice like ten 4 Go to the bank deposit money every week innat bitch til I break that hoe Nigga say that I got enough in my pocket pussy ass nigga I need some mo Ian been sleep inna good damn week I’m this and that but you can’t say broke Me and my brother had bunk beds I was the on bottom of it damn near to the floor Now when you step in my crib you can lay on my bed with about 20 some hoes Clips so long look some like turkey legs Thank god everyday that Ian dead Dirty ass game gotta know how to play it Gotta keep my head with my one inna head Bro in the feds he locked up state Chichis and spread on his plate Money on his book so you know he straight Shank so big woulda thought he Jamaican See them comments saying I’m faking I make niggas fake dead bitch stop playing First lil deal I took a lil bit outta that then 20k onna nigga neck Up a couple mill still went onna drill I’m CEO but I’m in a field with the vets Throw my dawg a bone he went to go fetch when he brought that bitch back had a whole damn sack Bleed purple see purple we purple niggas know that shit be Crip Small circle, strap up eirkel, bitches fertile still left it on her lip Mane lurking, brain hurting, chains hurting, same person think bout murda Pain and perky, drugs working, lane swerving, inna vert, with some work Roll, Roll up one Trap do numbers it jump, jump, jump No don’t throw my gun Get out the car run forest run run Oh these niggas my sons deadbeat to em Ian got nun for em Bad bitch look like ice spice she eating dick she the real munch Roll, Roll up one Trap do numbers it jump, jump, jump No don’t throw my gun Get out the car run forest run run Oh these niggas my sons deadbeat to em Ian got nun for em Bad bitch look like ice spice she eating dick she the real munch Bad ass bitch with a whole lotta ass whole lotta cash that my type All eyes on me can’t talk to the hoe C grape go get her he know what I like Ion do tricking might pay for the pussy tho lemme know the price it might be right See her print all thru her tights her camel toe being toeing right Queso frito lay We count chips we be straight My bitch she too gay we fuck hoes all damn day Shoes box turned to a safe trap house turned to estate, white bricks over new js, trap fashion runway 1 up on me you want get back that Couple Niggas want they lick back Shit on niggas like shit bag Popping it that’s with my rich ass Run laps on them like a zig zag Know they big mad cause where I’m at I can’t back track made a comeback I can’t front that that I been on that She say something I say nothing keep on fussing I ain’t budging Unbother cause money I’m touching and plenty bitches I’m fucking Switch a roo the hoe real quick on some real shit I’m P She say I’m ducking no loving no trusting bitch I’m me Roll, Roll up one Trap do numbers it jump, jump, jump No don’t throw my gun Get out the car run forest run run Oh these niggas my sons deadbeat to em Ian got nun for em Bad bitch look like ice spice she eating dick she the real munch Roll up one Trap do numbers it jump, jump, jump No don’t throw my gun Get out the car run forest run run Oh these niggas my sons deadbeat to em Ian got nun for em Bad bitch look like ice spice she eating dick she the real munch Bad bitch look like ice spice fine ass, ya know what I mean she eating dick she the real munch come back for this shit pay me a respect, not money, bitch