BlackThaKid - Icey

Black Tha kid
Woah
The fuck
Oh, baby where you going
Fuck you mean you really done
Oh, you can stay at home
I'm on my way
So you could roll my blunts
Oh, let me break you down
Baby girl so I can kill your guts
Oh, the way I show my love
You might just think I lust
Oh, you got my heart and trust
Oh, fuck these bitches, they ain't nothing
Make you rock black and white like you a nun
Fuck a 9-5 can't live like sponge
Call Bob out loud, send my niggas through the gun
Shoot straight through and make hella niggas run
Like a bullet, bitch, I'm all loaded than a gun
I'm more loaded than a gun
Push that whip finna dash real quick
Bitch, I feel like sonic running to the blues quick
Dripping down in Balenciaga
These niggas ain't seeing me washed up
Post on my gram in Prada
Oh, you up for the fame, oh, nada
So I'll dodge the pain like ta-da
Bae let's roll that za up
Oh, baby where you going
Fuck you mean you really done
Oh, you can stay at home
I'm on my way
So you could roll my blunts
Oh, let me break you down
Baby girl so I can kill your guts
Oh, the way I show my love
You might just think I lust
Oh, you got my heart and trust
Oh, fuck these bitches, they ain't nothing
Make you rock black and white like you a nun
Fuck a 9-5 can't live like sponge
Call Bob out loud, send my niggas through the gun
Shoot straight through and make hella niggas run
Like a bullet, bitch, I'm all loaded than a gun
I'm more loaded than a gun
Oh, baby where you going
Fuck you mean you really done
Oh, you can stay at home
I'm on my way
So you could roll my blunts
Oh, let me break you down
Baby girl so I can kill your guts
Oh, the way I show my love
You might just think I lust
Oh, you got my heart and trust
Oh, fuck these bitches, they ain't nothing
Make you rock black and white like you a nun
Fuck a 9-5 can't live like sponge
Call Bob out loud, send my niggas through the gun
Shoot straight through and make hella niggas run
Like a bullet, bitch, I'm all loaded than a gun
I'm more loaded than a gun
I blow that purple smoke exotic
I pour that double cup through the party
I walk in the club, really mugging like Noti
Pulled up so clean in a new Maserati
I popped a whole bean yeah, I'm out of my body
On the dance floor house, fuck stickin' in the party
White t-neck, neck icy, oh-oh
White t-neck, neck icy, oh-oh
White t-neck, neck icy, oh-oh
White t-neck, neck icy, oh-oh

Written by:
Jaylen Smith

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