Icewalker & Frid The Kid - 79-75

On my money stand tall, just like Yao Ming (Damn)
Flip it, woah, to my shoota on the left wing (Hey!)
Shoutout Eli, got that block for the fucking team
Santa Barbara yeah that's us, smokin' DVC
Just like Carti to the moon, feel like Uzi I go Zoom
With my bros from the 'field, swear to God they all my goons
She wanna date it's too soon, had to tell her leave the room
She tried to trick me, is you goofy? Call that bitch a Looney Tune
Eyes red, I'm not high, why they think I'm Super Sayian?
With the team they my gang, on the court we not playin'
Different colors 'round my neck, actin like some damn crayons
How you say you love me? But you was fuckin' on another mans
New bitch, on my dick, bought me some Amiri pants
No prom, told that whore, "sorry baby I can't dance"
Now she got an OnlyFans, switchin' up like a trans
Oh my God, I was about to give that whore another chance
Since my prime
(Yeah)
On my time
Since my prime
(Yeah)
On my time
Man I do this since the prime
Just beginning on my time
Looking back they all last while I'm at the finish line
Wait
Catching up
Zero to Sixty
Counting hundreds
Counting fifties
Staying in your own lane
Cuz you ain't staying with me
Riding in a SRT!
Yeah you know I'm speed racing
Jk it's a Chevy Malibu
But I'll still race it
Petal to the metal
I don't see the dash
Yeah too fast like flash
Dripping the ice like the water
(Yeah)
You know I splash!
Stepping to the top
Waiting for the drop
On the move no stop
Cut the back door
Catch it That's a lob
Get it how I go
Watch the fucking flow
Ice Walk freeze like snow
You should already know
Frid (The kid) gone blow
(Ah)
On my money stand tall, just like Yao Ming (Damn)
Flip it, woah, to my shoota on the left wing (Hey!)
Shoutout Eli, got that block for the fucking team
Santa Barbara yeah that's us, smokin' DVC
I'm so fast speed racin' in the GTC
We was fuckin' on the floor mattress didn't need the sheets
2AM, she called my phone askin' can you wife me?
So I asked her, "what's yo sign?" She said, "it's a pisces"
(Damn)
Call me Jack I'm in her box, Alotta red not the socks
Stackin' cheese, makin' money, Bill Gates with the stocks
Fight night gotta box
Mike Tys' never loss
Pulling up, from the three, Trae Young on the Hawks
All my kicks they some heat, even though I never bought
In the air like BnB, hit my dance that's the mop
Racin' cars, DMV, slow down that's the cops
See me in the fuckin' paint Dwight Howard with the block
(Gimme that shit!)

Written by:
Walker Grossi, Wilfrid Nado

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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