‘Cause baby I got ice up to my neck
Couple pirates up on deck
Some Givenchy on my breast
I’ma ball like David Beck
‘Cause baby I got ice up to my neck
Couple pirates up on deck
Some Givenchy on my breast
I’ma ball like David Beck
I ain’t been tripping
The molly got me dipping
I’m parallel parking on some badder sh#t
I put some suicide doors on my Honda Accord
In my Victoria’s Secret bag, models wanna get intimate
I’m making rap songs
Word to the dipthongs
I’m bouncing back and forth between these women like ping pong
I’m grimy word to Elon Musk
Tryna finesse it, get the cash or bust
Made about 100 racks, 100k
Stuck it in the duffel bag, interstate
I’m tryna catch a flight from Berlin to LA
Bussing out the coup, I bring my chick to Fil-A
They said I’d never make it in the cut
Shoulda kept my #ss down south
You keep that sh#t to yourself
Shut your f#cking mouth
You got a problem we can work it out
‘Cause I be going off the handle
Better watch for the spout
‘Cause baby I got ice up to my neck
Couple pirates up on deck
Some Givenchy on my breast
I’ma ball like David Beck
‘Cause baby I got ice up to my neck
Couple pirates up on deck
Some Givenchy on my breast
I’ma ball like David Beck
Been about time
‘Bout to put this on my line
Some Jack Harlow sh#t to Sleepy Hollow sh#t
I’m riding round in the Coupe with my head off
Getting damn brain, man, you know I made a scholarship
Ticker-taping parades out for days
I’m amazed, I ain’t phased
I’m a craze just like a damn Beatle
We ain’t talk to the face unless it’s something legal
b#tch, I been sniffing the fakes like a damn beagle
It’s pound cake, hit it for real
Got a couple dash diners in for the meals
Fiending for the touch but I leave with the feels
It’s a grown man thing
Ain’t expecting you to get it at all
Saying “Ron why you act so different?”
[Why dat?
I only rap when the fears all lifted
[All fact
Run the comb but the seeds ain’t sifted
Heard it through the grapevine, play ‘em like Clifton
Okay, we got ice on tap
Slip, slop, slap
Everybody know that yo b#tch think I’m a catch
She gon throw that back
Thump that #ss
Booty King Kong
Imma show ‘em where I’m at
Yuh
My b#tch she so classy
Head to toe Versace
You know that p#ss# fire
On my lips like damn Hibachi
Flyest dick, Apache
She say “I need it Papi”
f#ck my Mini Me’s
Way too matchy matchy
b#tch don’t @ me
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