SoIcyBoyz 3 (feat. Gucci Mane, Foogiano, Pooh Shiesty & Tay Keith)

Tay Keith, this too hard Ayy, ayy, blrrd Section 8 'partments, I'm valid on payment Servin' narcotics like back in the '80s We got the gas you can't get at the station I just hit the dope and then made 'em go crazy We got more drugs than the nurses at Grady Worse come to worst, I'ma send at your ranking Woke up today, I community gated Looked in the mirror like, "Nigga, you made it" Thinkin' 'bout all of the charges I skated From robbin' and takin' and enter and breakin' I shake the pot, made it jump to an 80 Smokin' just make my eyes lower like Asians I'm all in Miami, strapped up like a Haitian Peep that they thinkin' I feel the vibration Bullets gon' hit, feel a burnin' sensation Flippin' that turf, have you running and racing These junkies my patients, they walk in impatient I had to cook up, had to tell 'em, "Be patient" In my duplex with the bricks in the basement Real street nigga, never wrote no statement They tell 'em to come out, we hardest to come out Ball like I'm Jordan, yeah, I stuck my tongue out Niggas got no cars, they stickin' they thumb out Keep it a hunnid, I'm bringin' the drum out I put my gun out, let's see how they turn out My drugs be bookin', they won't put the blunt out They say it's a drug, make it rain when the sun out All red Royce, skrrt-skrrt, do a burnout My word is the law, no cap in my bars Put ice on my heart and put tats on my scars Might want a .30, but lobster walk 1017, we ball to ball I got 60 shots in this Drac', he move once, won't move again Talkin' all that shit, we broke his bones, his ass should've caught the wind Tolerate no disrespect, I'm Beyblade how I get to spinnin' Dump him in that water, he ain't swimmin', boy, that nigga missin' We don't blank on missions, now he missin' Swimmin' with the fishes Wockhardt got me pissin', diamonds glisten Strapped up with that glizzy All my clothes be fitted, G-Star denim These not True Religion's If I take your soul, I'm not repentin', Grim Reaper my religion Can't show the internet how I be livin' Sticks steamer, ride through the city Stay out the way and get paid, niggas all in they feelings On the internet talkin' like bitches Money come in different ways, I'm a junkie Got Dracs and them bows while I'm breakin' a bitch Yellow gold on my wrist lookin' like piss If I go broke, then I'm takin' a risk How you be slidin' but nobody got hit? Yeah, we double back if we feel like we missed Yeah, I drop the opp 'fore I drop me a hit I'm not like these rappers, I'm not finna diss They havin' cake, make your bitch make a wish I keep goin' up, niggas keep throwin' fits Ten thousand ain't nothin, blow this shit on a fit Remember they doubted me? Now look, I'm rich Still in the hood posted up in the bricks I still mask up, put that fire on them bitches (on god) Niggas be put up when I'm in the city I'm tired of beefin' in niggas who snitchin' (y'all niggas snitches) Niggas don't want smoke, they just want attention Double R gang, we standin' on business We really 'bout action, these niggas pretendin' ('tendin', ayy, big blrrd) Yeah, big F&N for these fuck niggas, load your choppas, grab your vest I'm still with them killers from Willet, you know who shoot the best Ayy, I passed the shot off to KD, felt like the point guard on the Nets I'm overdue, so Wock' trill treeshin' 'bout two Percocets I talk shit like I'm 500 pounds, I'm strapped with like 300 rounds And I still'll take your bow from you, know who quick to slime some shit down Drop 30,000 on his top, now they on his ass like he Flavor Flav' I got a cup, no, you can't come around, poured an eight, I'm in zombie town And it cost to move, 'cause what I just had Make sure you sure to a clip when you run down Police keep takin' my guns, I can't run out Slip on his block for so long, now the sun out Got rich, turn my apartments up, I took my chain back to the condo We go by codes up in the field, drop an opp, we call that a touchdown Blrrd, blrrd Big blrrd I got 60 shots in this Drac', he move once, won't move again Talkin' all that shit, we broke his bones, his ass should've caught the wind Tolerate no disrespect, I'm Beyblade how I get to spinnin' Dump him in that water, he ain't swimmin', boy, that nigga missin' (that pussy nigga missin')