Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Plug
The Plug
Performer
Lil Keed
Lil Keed
Performer
Nafe Smallz
Nafe Smallz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Naveen Pabbi
Naveen Pabbi
Songwriter
Jack Edjourian
Jack Edjourian
Songwriter
Nathan Adams
Nathan Adams
Songwriter
Raqhid Render
Raqhid Render
Songwriter

Lyrics

Friction
Yeah, yeah
I got ice on, I got ice on me
This a skeleton, yeah, this the AP
This a Patek, have to flood it or leave it clean, G
A.P., Patek, no Kizzy, no cap
Richard Mille, go Cartier or Rolly
Cost a few thousand or some honey buns
I got ice on, I got ice on me
I got ice on, I got ice on me
Yeah, my style, yeah, it's so raw
Hey, know I'm buyin' it, no I ain't lyin'
Hey, and I ain't flyin' unless I'm on a private
Hey, you tired of tastin' drip, frrr, frrr, you hear this iron
Ice on, got your bitch so horny
Spent a couple twenty thousand on some fuckin' charms
Yeah, it was 25 on a necklace
Diamond shine like early mornin' like it's breakfast
You say you servin' us, boy, you servin' who
You say you denyin' me, girl, that's so rude
This a old key, this that new speed
This that three tour on a ten car
Hey, I done did a lot, seen a lot, spent a lot, drip the mopp
Really ain't nothin' they can do with us
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Real bitch, tryna let you know that
Yeah, yeah
I got ice on, I got ice on me
This a skeleton, yeah, this the AP
This a Patek, have to flood it or leave it clean, G
A.P., Patek, no Kizzy, no cap
Richard Mille, go Cartier or Rolly
Cost a few thousand or some honey buns
I got ice on, I got ice on me
I got ice on, I got ice on me
I got ice on
I got demons in the cut
She give me the look when she givin' it up
I call on the jack, we're stickin' you up
I got lights on
VVS princess cut
Yellow zoot, she in my blunt
I got shrooms in my gut
It's some fuck the world shit, I fuck her right 'til she scream
Took his heart out his chest, I got vikings on my team
Strap with blood, try not to ash on my jeans
Fuck her once, hope she don't catch no feelings, uh
New revolver, he ain't sober, he a shooter and a stoner
On some Tate shit, king cobra, I got groupies in that
I can feel no composure, see my ice, try get closer
Yeah, or carry you through on a shoulder
I got ice on, baby, ice on me
I'm up early but I ain't done, I ain't sippin' on lean
I'm just gonna elevate like Scott, damn, I ain't talkin' knee
I ain't talkin' to wait and wait, several drugs, I took like three
Yeah, cool nice diamond white like polar bears
Yo, **** ain't right, I wish you'd take it there
So many new ones, I change 'em up just like a spare
Yeah, my worth is this different, no I can't be compared
I'm gonna get them millions, I don't care 'bout where they is
And they thinkin' that I fell off but I took a step back
And I realized that y'all **** be some ho ****
And I realize that y'all **** shootin' poles up
I got ice on, bitch, I got ice on me
This a skeleton, yeah, this the AP
This a Patek, have to flood it or leave it clean, G
A.P., Patek, no Kizzy, no cap
Richard Mille, go Cartier or Rolly
Cost a few thousand or some honey buns
I got ice on, I got ice on me
I got ice on, I got ice on me
Icy, icy
Hey
Written by: Jack Edjourian, Nathan Adams, Naveen Pabbi, Raqhid Render
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