L A C E - I Can't Think of Shit (Icos) [feat. OneTripSlpy]

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Lace
The messiah

These bitches like money man flow they the same
I want me a drop like wop and I'm headed to the top
Leave me alone stay in yo lane
I walk in the building I don't say a thang
My nigga with me he will hit you with range
I keep a bitch and they do what I say
I just meet a bitch in the A from LA
I want me a wraith cause it look out of space
I just flew in LA from the A
I got a plug he reside in the bay
Mail the bomb the pack land at bae's
Accurate aim hit you in the face
From a corner top miles away
When it's the money no time to play
Never broke again and I look like a play
We want all the smoke and you look like a jay
I gotta go get the commas
Sorry ya honor I just want to ball for the summer
Like Christine I'm too legit
I can't fuck on that bitch cause I'm too legit
I walk up in Lenox with plenty
Don't care bout no inches
These bitches really get ridiculous
I'm high as the ceiling
I pray to God cause I'm with it
These niggas plotting on a mission
My niggas plot on a mission
Or in the kitchen breaking wrists
These words I really did it ain't no fiction
She say the D her home like a piston
But I ain't really tryna listen
Just tell her she tripping and lay off that acid
I dance on the work and still be taxing
That white and that yan like Michael Jackson
Chain drip water diamonds sing like the Braxtons
Wait yo bitch be calling me nagging
She throw that ass like madden
Can't hear what you say all I'm hearing is static
Wait wait I got this shit in the cabinet
All you niggas be talking and shit but I swear that you niggas is faggots
Wait shit I am just rapping and Shìt
I am not writing and shit
Pass me the lighter and shit
I got a woody with big buds and I'm tryna pipe the little bitch
I'm tryna just tryna pipe the little bitch
And you tryna fight the little bitch
Hold up you say he fighting the bitch
I just one nighted the bitch
She bust like a clip say bye bye to that bitch
If he got a problem and shit
We load up the clip say bye bye to that bitch
That fire it spit like fireworks
Then put the bitch to work
The hoe a freak no straw the dick she slurp
I got a sack like a cornerback
If I fuck yo bitch I swear she ain'tcoming back
Smoking that pack had a heart attack
I just want to fuck so don't get yo heart attached
I got bullets like a quarterback
We only friends and cannot be more than that
Fuck you thought little bitty bitch go get me a fo' and I pour in that
And it better come with a seal
Poured the tech and I popped me a pill
And it's fuck how you feel
Unless the talk about a dollar bill
Yellow tape the scene I come through dressed to kill
So much drip mop up the spill
Reach for my chain yo cap get peeled
Some of these niggas be hating on me but I really don't give a fuck
I'm really over here chilling with a bad bitch do not interrupt
A lot of these niggas be funny be rapping and shit need to give it up
Cause you know it's my time I really don't need me an entourage
Die shining like a stop sign
I might just draw on the dotted line
My bitch told me that she faithful to me
I told that bitch she can fall in line
Boy you better come and get yo bitch from me cause I swear you running out of time
She want a nigga might give her the pickle
You niggas is pussy no way Stuart Little
You niggas is pussy and rats
Do anything for some cat
See me I'm all about the cash
Do anything for a bag
By any means Imma get it
If I said it then I meant it
If I spend it Imma get it back
Ten at Lenox
Another ten at Saks
Bend her over pull her by her tracks
She ride the dick with my thumb in her ass
Freaky slut with a whole lot of class
I fuck on the hoe then dismiss her like class
I'm sorry bitch but you ain't bringing no bag
Designer belt holding up my pants
Throwing money while I'm doing my dance
High tech got me leaning like the tower in France
The clip hold a drum and I'm bringing the bands
L.A.C.E. bitch

Written by:
Fletcher Robinson, Malik Stephenson

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