K Swoon - Ice T

So much chains around my neck just like I’m Ice T
If I have a daughter she’ll be like Blue Ivey
Come and get your baby she act like my wifey
I drip a shit ton it’s inside my IV
I rock the Hilfiger inside the bank
What’s the smell grade A dank
Foreign sliders, switching lanes
Another dosage to the brain
Not yo hood, false claim
In the north with south slang
Spent a couple hundreds I was shopping off in Balmain
Took another pill like I was just in Ibiza
Cracking up a 4 they pouring it by the liter
Baseball size diamonds they hittin like Derek Jeter
Imma get rich while you hating it sucks to be ya
Yeah Sell out like the 80s
Og got me floating like bumblebees
I’m fucking on bitches with double Ds
I’m dripping my belt got the Double Gs
I was hooping remember breaking both feet
I got dogs who be tynna get off the leash
Imma school a lil nigga if I gotta teach
I ain’t come from the streets but I still preach
Wa-walk in closet got a mall in it
Rocking different chains but they all tennis
I’m the one to Blame since they all dripping
This is not game niggas really killing
Imma thug type I ain’t got feelings
Clone nigga be style stealing
Snake boys they all venom
I ain’t gotta worry when them boys get em
So much chains around my neck just like I’m Ice T
If I have daughter she’ll be like Blue Ivey
Come and get your baby she act like my wifey
I drip a shit ton it’s inside my IV
Rock the Hilfiger inside the bank
What’s the smell grade A dank
Foreign sliders, switching lanes
Another dosage to the brain
Not yo hood, false claim
In the north with south slang
Spent a couple hundreds I was shopping off in Balmain
Who you know
Who can catch bag like Julio
I got all these groupie hoes they having fun with the coco
Every time I’m in it she in love she go loco
Snitching on what I saw hell nah that’s not my M.O
Keep it on low low
Get money like death row
I got opponents on me but I don’t do toe to toe to toe
They trynna get in my head , but I won’t let em though
Nightmares when I sleep in the bed sometimes I be seeing ghost
She be lying I’m not her man
Pockets full of dead friends
Rollie plain Jane dial different like I’m Ben 10
Hot just like a frying pan
Magic touch like Peter Pan
Dripping in that designer I should be sponsored by that Dapper Dan

Written by:
Kiran Anderson

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