Coffee, Iced Lyrics

He hasn't slept in probably, uh, seven days

Seven

Seven

You are watching a master at work

You watchin' the juice

Sell that tar, I got black in the bag

Fucked yo' girl, got Mags in the bag

Everybody wanna go find my stash

V's and the I's, I'm wavin' that flag

45 hits, yeah I'm too drugged out

If he talk down, I'mma hit him with the roundhouse

Walker, Texas Ranger kick

Got a Walker, Texas Ranger fit

Shawty unbutton my flannel, yeah

She tackle me, that's actual, yeah

Now she gon' take my boots off, yeah

I'mma use the free head coupon, yeah

Stealin' drugs from Walgreen's

I stole guns from every Walmart

Shoot him in the guts, he gon' be like

Bad MILF shawty, she all on me

Whip full of cougars, I'm Ricky Bobby

Now I got scratches upon my body

Number on your back, hockey

Hired a hitman, you gon' die

I got guns, you 'bout to die

All of my opps unlucky as shit

They 'bout to die

Neck on coffee, iced

All my beats they nice

Neck on coffee, iced

All my beats they nice

I could face a thousand blunts

I could eat a thousand bitches

They know me, I'm on a mission

Knock you out your fuckin' britches

Wearin' a holster I'm at the saloon

Chester, it's high noon

One, two, three, shot 'em all

Fuck the marshal, fuck the law

Country roads, these bitches curvy

Flip her 'round, I will reverse it

All my bitches over thirty

Think I found my fuckin' purpose

Oh, this shit's not simple

I give shots, you givin' tickles

Lil' red car, I'm Stuart Little

Got bread, got cheese, where my pickles?

Bad MILF shawty, she all on me

Whip full of cougars, I'm Ricky Bobby

Now I got scratches upon my body

Number on your back, hockey

Hired a hitman, you gon' die

I got guns, you 'bout to die

All of my opps unlucky as shit

They 'bout to die

Neck on coffee, iced

All my beats they nice

Neck on coffee, iced

All my beats they nice