Ice Talk

Yeah, yeah (Uh, uh)
Yeah, yeah (Uh)
Who got the ups on us? (Who got ups on us?)
Strap across your shirt, like, nigga, buckle up ( Helluva made this beat, baby)
You cant miss, I send you on that hit, might die, you **** it up
ho got like three trimmers, real street nigga, my money up
Wave this ***** like, 'Hey, whats up?'
Soon as fat boy get close enough
Niggas dont want bump, they punks, on IG, hope I post em up
I talk to them bodies late at night when I be rollin up
They know its us
Gone with all that flaggin, *****, you braggin, now I choke on bra
.40, thats the caliber , the magazine is seventeen
I got this from Medellín, eighteen timеs thirty-three
I hope he aint sellin drеams, might go back to mailin keys
I dont want no good *****, make good ***** a felon, please
My wrist ***************
You know this that ice talk
Hop out on foot, let pipe off
Yellow tape, white chalk
OT gettin this ice off
Fore a hundred mails every country town around, we beat it down
Used to bag up pieces, sittin up east listenin to Wipe Me Down
I know they dont like me now, your brother, sister, cousin
Feds ever hit the house, put my shit in the oven
They get cheaper by the roster, who to a monster?
We blow them choppers, *****
I dont know my answer, *****
Tell me, what come after rich?
Play with us, we whackin shit, claimin shit and stampin shit
**** yall (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
These niggas dont want beef with us, they IG killers
We bendin blocks in three rentals, I dont see niggas
Keep drillin, *****, we breed killers
We elite spinners
Big shiner, keep his heat wth him, even sleep with it
Wake up, ***** wont **** the youngin from the front, go get that makeup
To make sure all my niggas had a piece, I took a pay cut
Ho gon put the sperm in her name, gon need some pasters
Im crankin my fake drugs for four-hundred and eight months
with me like
The driver like my
Thats the only ***** I cant touch
These niggas is not me, these niggas is not Gee
Got blow pack, got rock seeds
Got and boxed gin, Im top ten
Yeah, go catch one and get locked in
Got out of line and get knocked in
In my city, Im top ten
Number one, two, three , four, five, six, seven, eight, nine
With a white boy snortin H lines
In the side county, niggas cant find
With a .45 on my waistline
Like *** * niggas, Im lit now
Crossed over, Im big slime
Im still slidin, Im rich now
Everybody gotta pick sides
Took a risk to hold up my wrist high
My lil brother took six lives, he a lil nigga but look 65'
Can the opps say they didnt hide?
Yeah