Iced Out Necklace

Iced out necklace My girl got a girlfriend don’t fuck with n****s she’s sexist Hop in she give me dome before we even get to the exit Get money then we exit Aint bout money then exit Count it backwards I’m dyslexic Got bad bitches undressing I got bottles in my section I got more that’s coming bring another one I keep ‘em guessing Your homies ain’t your homies anymore they just some yes men Foot on the gas I press it I’m blowing gas there’s pressure She holdin’ back confessions Put two middle fingers up say fuck your life Made more money than you in your fucking life She don’t want you dawg she wanna fuck your life Ain’t nobody hatin on you fuck your life Fuck your cars fuck your ice fuck that bitch don’t fuck you right Fuck that n***a he won’t fight Fuck the 12 we out on sight Fuck your team fuck your stripes Fuck your boss if he don’t like And I know I’m fuckin’ right Fuck your dawg fuck your life Iced out necklace My girl got a girlfriend don’t fuck with n****s she’s sexist Hop in she give me dome before we even get to the exit Get money then we exit Aint bout money then exit Count it backwards I’m dyslexic Got bad bitches undressing I got bottles in my section I got more that’s coming bring another one I keep ‘em guessing Your homies ain’t your homies anymore they just some yes men Foot on the gas I press it I’m blowing gas there’s pressure She holdin’ back confessions I learned my lesson yeah Y'all can keep the rest of it No matter where I’m at y’all n****s get pressed Leave the crib I’m gettin’ pressed Cardiac under arrest Yeah yeah I’m smoking the best Yeah yeah I’m higher than the rest Yeah yeah it’s time to invest Yeah yeah I’m gold in the flesh Yeah yeah they love how I dress Yeah yeah I’m man of the year Yeah yeah rari directions Yeah yeah constantly flexin’ Yeah you in the comedy section Yeah yeah man of the year yeah yeah Iced out necklace My girl got a girlfriend don’t fuck with n****s she’s sexist Hop in she give me dome before we even get to the exit Get money then we exit Aint bout money then exit Count it backwards I’m dyslexic Got bad bitches undressing I got bottles in my section I got more that’s coming bring another one I keep ‘em guessing Your homies ain’t your homies anymore they just some yes men Foot on the gas I press it I’m blowing gas there’s pressure She holdin’ back confessions