Yeah, niggas know what the fuck goin' on
Know what I'm sayin'? Big Icy Gang, 1017
(Let the band play)
Still in a warzone
Widebody parked outside, go on quit the tour home
Nigga ran through three deals and I just started
Jewelry, already got more on
Double R chain just to put on
Let me in the game, know these rappers gotta get on
All the hard lookin', nigga, what you on?
I ain't cocky usually, money been long
Slidin', gettin' paper, I ain't dodgin' potholes
Richest youngin in my city, Big KATO
Doin' everything but shootin' out the car, though
Both of my wrists flooded, next my ho
Hit the lot, get straight coupe for the bros
But I know they understand I gotta get more
All these chains got me feelin' like Django
Pull up Rolls-Royce, nigga, no Range Rover
Big body make 'em get low, uh
Kill all the opps and we smoke 'em, yeah
Semis and switches, we tote 'em, yeah
Knock 'em all down, we bowlin', yeah
I'm the lil' nigga, they knows it now
I was layin' back, just holdin' out
We see 'em 'round, we make 'em reroute
Fifty racks in ice'll make 'em get out
I just be puttin' the opps in the ground
This rap shit easy just like doin' nouns
I hit the gas just to hear the bitch growl (Huh, huh)
Pull off the lot with zero miles
And I cashed out, I ain't put shit down
Don't pop out? Nigga, how the fuck you sound?
Chop we shoot make a nigga lose pounds
J.G. Wentworth, I need it now
Shit lit on my neck, I can't put it out
Got ice on my neck and my wrist and my mouth
You see the bling, but I'm tuckin' the blaow (Tuck)
You know these niggas know how we get down (Okay)
Niggas ain't shootin', they be savin' they rounds
Bitches ain't shit, I just fuck in they mouth (Fuck)
You see a cup, then I'm in the clouds
Smokin' opp pack, I ain't comin' down
I'm too turnt, they like, "Calm down"
I make the baddest bitches walk a mile
Lightskin tatted, love she got style
Get in the cat and make it meow (Uh)
Hit from the back and pull her weave out (Okay)
I'll get it fixed, baby, don't pout
Really young and turnt, baby, no doubt
I ain't goin' in if I ain't got the strap (Bah)
Still in a warzone
Widebody parked outside, go on quit the tour home
Nigga ran through three deals and I just started
Jewelry, already got more on
Double R chain just to put on
Let me in the game, know these rappers gotta get on
All the hard lookin', nigga, what you on?
I ain't cocky usually, money been long
Slidin', gettin' paper, I ain't dodgin' potholes
Richest youngin in my city, Big KATO
Doin' everything but shootin' out the car, though
Both of my wrists flooded, next my ho
Hit the lot, get straight coupe for the bros
But I know they understand I gotta get more
All these chains got me feelin' like Django
Pull up Rolls-Royce, nigga, no Range Rover
Big body make 'em get low, uh
Kill all the opps and we smoke 'em, yeah
Semis and switches, we tote 'em, yeah
Knock 'em all down, we bowlin', yeah
I'm the lil' nigga, they knows it now
I was layin' back, just holdin' out
We see 'em 'round, we make 'em reroute
Fifty racks in ice'll make 'em get out
Yeah, yeah
Ice'll make 'em get out, huh
Yeah, tryna chase clout, yeah
Niggas know what I'm about, yeah
Niggas know what we about, yeah
We ain't goin' in if we ain't strapped, yeah
She wanna fuck in the house, yeah
She wanna fuck in the house, yeah
I let her fuck in the car, yeah
Opp pack, I don't smoke 'za, yeah
Try to run, he ain't get far, yeah
Turn a nigga ass to a bar, yeah
Haha, yeah, put a nigga ass in the bar, yeah
Now his mama cryin' like ha, yeah
Hahaha
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