Te Weez - Iqonic (feat. Shadgmd)

I been taking narcotics, I been smoking exotic
And my bitch exotic, and the whip robotic
And the whip no mileage, yea, took a trip, no driving, yea
Need a flight, we private, yea, and my bitch, she solid, yea
Got it locked we loaded, and a lot, we hol’n
When the cops come, hol’ it, better not be fold’n (Yea)
I been duckin’ them charges, yea, yea, now my handcuffs Cartier, yea
In the trap for a while now, how he ran it up all these years?
Yea, back to back, in Benzo I been switchin’ gears
Yea, if it’s not a foreign I can’t get in there
Yea, I can hit a button, top gon’ disappear
Yea, I can push a button, pop, you disappear
Yea, I just hit my bae like, what you on?
Yea, you get many Birkins as you want
Yea, fuck it up I’m splurging just for fun
Yea, right back to the trap soon as I’m done
Yea
I see them plottin’ and watchin’ like I’m out of pocket but I keep a rocket on
El Presidente, the car got a temp plate, and I’m the one that put the killas on
I’m out the city, no I’m never home, I get ya killed from a phone
You should just leave it alone, stealing my moves, yea I see the clones
Stealing my moves, yea I see the clones
Stealing my moves, stealing my moves, stealing my moves
Yea
I scoop that bitch in a Benz, she wanna flex wit’ her friends
Fuck that lil’ bitch in a Benz we tryna wet up the tints, Cartier frames for the lens
I see this shit ‘til the end, niggas don’t want you to win
So watch who you callin’ ya friend, ‘cause niggas don’t want you to win
Long money nigga no need to pretend, LBFR ‘til the end
Them all my bloodas, more like my brothers, we tryna win, we tryna win
Devil been knocking, I never mind him, I got some options
Met her on Ocean, fucked her on Collins, watery diamonds, don’t need a stylist
Might need a pilot, boy, we the flyest
Might need a pilot, boy, we the flyest
(Yea, yea)
Shawty she gorgeous, look like a goddess, might be the flyest, I’m being modest
Fucked up a quarter, I’m being honest, I copped the Porsche, and I never drive it
I just got back from the west and I landed in Philly, we fuckin’ up Onyx (Yea)
They know our products the best, we been keeping them blessed
They goin’ keep on buyin’ it (Yea)
And I got gold like Sonic, yea, swag got stole, ironic, yea
In the trap I’m iconic, yea, right fist got white diamonds, yea
Get you what you want, just hit my line
(Yea) Shit was gettin’ hard, I kept on tryin'
(Yea) I was doin bad, and now I’m fine
Was ‘bout to flex up on my ex, I changed my mind
(Yea)

Written by:
Tee Weez, Tigh Williams

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