Don Toliver and Travis Scott - ICE AGE

Mm, mm
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Mm (yeah, yeah)
Yeah

Still put my address in like I don't know where I stay
She know my phone number, but how she think I'm Mike Jones?
Why I had to put it down in the ice age?
Where I'm from, you come through late, you don't do that alone
You brought that face out the boondocks, how long did that take?
With your dog, she can't go left, be with 'em right or wrong
Everybody 'round me top five, come to my space (space)
Everybody high like sci-fi up in my space (space)
When we disconnect the wi-fi (ah)

Up the hill, it's over drastic
I hope you gassed it, I'm over-gassed you crashed it
The last one elastic, tried to find real in plastic
Them other hoes is mass thick
Way you rock the classics, classic, bomb, bombastic (bomb)
The setup for the dynasty is lookin' dynastic
You know the Don nasty
The Mudboys nasty, you know the Jack nasty, you know the- (know the)
You know that Fay' nasty, you know the CHASE (know the CHASE)
You know the CHASE nasty, you know my place (place)
My place is like the afties, that's word to Neil (word to Neil)
I'm a knight off in the night, ain't got it new (nah)
One night with me, was the tea, but don't you spill (ah)
Though that body fake, baby, keep it real
If he hit, don't give him none like the church
And come to my player's club, I'm dolla- (yeah, yeah)

Still put my address in like I don't know where I stay
She know my phone number, but how she think I'm Mike Jones?
Why I had to put it down in the ice age?
Where I'm from, you come through late, you don't do that alone
You brought that face out the boondocks, how long did that take?
With your dog, she can't go left, be with 'em right or wrong
Everybody 'round me top five, come to my space (space)
Everybody high like sci-fi up in my space (space)
When we disconnect the wi-fi

In the 7-1-3, I'm fazed
I say, can I get you out for a day?
Can I get you up in the city?
My girl in here, baby girl in here
You throwin' it good, okay, keep throwin' the air (throwin' the air)
Throwin' it back, okay, you're doin' your best
Swing to the hook when you need some help
Handle bars, she on my handle bars
She like the finer things and all my candy cars
Throwin' it back, okay, you're doin' your best (doin' your-)
Swing to the hook when you need some help (need some)
I'm in the Continental, got her dancin'
Sippin' pineapple, bitch candy (yup)
Quarter million dollars, got 'em fancy (yeah)
Two hundred on the dash, don't chance it

Gotta leave the song on, it's your song, babe
H-Town, hold it down, yeah, you goin' crazy
See you in the bay, bae, you know you in here faded
Know you in here faded
Know you in here faded

Written by:
Caleb Zackery Toliver, Jacques Webster II, Mikey Freedom, Cashmere Small

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