Print

Yeah, man, it feels good to finally drop some music I'm ’bout to freeze the streets (Comme des Garçons, yeah, I got it on my Carti) Frozen family, gang shit (I really be drippin' just like Bacardi, drip) (And my neck looking like a pool party), Yeah, yeah (Lil' Icy, I’m the heart of the party), Yeah Don't start shit No, I don't start shit (Oh, yeah) Ayo, Lil Mexico, pass the gas I don't start shit, no I don't start shit (Yeah) I don't start shit (No) I know that you envy me I see all them signs of jealousy (Jealously) I'm a legend, this my legacy, yeah (Legacy) Fuck me to my melodies I'ma break you down mentally Frozen demons, frozen entities Back then, yeah, she didn’t want to sit next to me Now you crave me ’cause I'm a celebrity Got her stressin’, left her heart frozen (Brr) Through stress I smoke a 'Port (You dig) Pull up flexin' in a Porsche (Skrrt) Hit your bitch 'cause you a dork Over my knee, it get dark (Yeah) Hanging in the trenches, I’ma smoke 'em by the pound (Yeah) SongtextePanoramic vision, yeah, I put this bitch on spark Keep a Draco in the Jag, of course Had intercourse before I learned the course Stripper bitch, I had her leg on the motherfucking purse Tryin' not to feel cursed, how's he always in first? Pain into sound, word to scar storage Dance with the devil, it only get worse They love you then they hate you, that's the curse Niggas be fake, fake diamonds and watch (Bling) Icy Narco at the top Walk through the gates of Hell from my spot (Yeah) Put my niggas in the jet, we ball She infatuated with my car (Yeah) Yeah, my demons took her soul Flexin' on my ex, make her hate her life Doing better without me, bitch, I know that's a lie Now I'ma watch you cry, I'ma watch you die Suckin' me for Fendi, but hey, them slides are nice Comme des Garçons, yeah, I got it on my Carti I really be drippin' just like Bacardi And my neck looking like a pool party Lil' Icy, I'm the heart of the party Huh, yeah Shootin' at niggas, it madness (Boom) Play with my cards, I know magic (Yeah) You finna die if you think that I'm lacking You acting like it ain't gon' happen Nigga, I'll send you my address (Pull up) Come to my house and I'm lifting my mattress Sending those bullets of passion Ayy, this shit look like tennis racket Ayy, ayy, take your bitch for target practice Ayy, ayy, fuck her like a porn actress Comme des Garçons, yeah, I got it on my Carti I really be drippin' just like Bacardi And my neck looking like a pool party Lil' Icy, I'm the heart of the party Aus Songtexte Mania