Ice

Pull up to the trap like woah Stunting nigga prolly with your ho Santa clause I'm freezing all this ice Bundle up that paper time to go Go, go, go, go, go Bundle up that paper time to go Go, go, go, go, go Bundle up that paper time to go Uh, yeah, think that I have time But the truth is, I'm always on my grind Just wait for me, not even in my prime Make it or don't make it, yeah Decide so in your mind Color blind, black or grey area Don't want to pay For the shit, they sell me I would rather have it for free Not the definition of a free land, apparently Famous people get murdered Pop pop pop popularity Uh, yeah, thinking I can't rhyme But the truth is, you are jealous of my shine Writing needs to have a purpose, Nervous person holds the burden Chasing cloud, Getting rich with an empty punchline I am aggravated, I'm gonna make it I am agitated, I'm gonna make it Maybe a bit of both You may be a bit too close You just froze Maybe a bit too old Maybe a bit too cold It's what I told Pull up to the trap like woah Stunting nigga prolly with your ho Santa clause I'm freezing all this ice Bundle up that paper time to go Go, go, go, go, go Bundle up that paper time to go Go, go, go, go, go Bundle up that paper time to go Phill nigga bombed Baghdad In a big dunk, see you're real mad Iced out eating tempeh Moves a whole brick that's a good day Your bitch like on me She a bust it baby No hands free Busines nigga I'm in a quarter to three With a quarter to three that's a big bag Pull up on em in a big jag I'm a Florida boy pants don't sag Lame niggas on that fag shit I can't fuck with that I'm a real man Shorty going and I'm already knowing She gone bust it open Cause I'm that man Baking soda put it to the yola When it come back that's a dividend Me and all mine getting in Couple beauty queens a lot of dividends Fuck around with the fuck around You gone fuck around and get blammed up Rolling around in them black trucks With Mack tucked in the back what Hit the party sipping on Bacardi with a couple beans It's time to get it started Like damn I'm feeling like a Martian like whoa I'm on my way to Pluto like whoa A couple Shorty's said they down to go So I took they ass to the Moe Pull up to the trap like woah Stunting nigga prolly with your ho Santa clause I'm freezing all this ice Bundle up that paper time to go Go, go, go, go, go Bundle up that paper time to go Go, go, go, go, go Bundle up that paper time to go