ICE SPICE ft. Kyce & Bankroll B Lyrics

C'mon

C'mere

The biggest opp, the biggest killer, tryna catch a fuckin' hat

Run down on him

He get to booking four flats

What the fuck

That's my chopper

JaZ, what the fuck is that

This bitch loud

Hunnit round, leave a nigga face flat

My shooter spin, and spin again

Shootin' shit like Joe Ingles

Give a fuck about a bitch

And if you ask, bitch, I'm single

Fuck a ring

I'm in that field

And I'm on hoes, I'm tryna mingle

Fuck a Glock, I want a Deagle

Runnin' shit like we the Eagles

RR steppers me and Brax

But my shooter, that be Kyce

Bad bitch

Thick as hell

Orange wig like Ice Spice

My chopper talk, he give advice

Fry em up like fried rice

Give a fuck about no price

I spend my bands all day and night

I'm the man, I carry steel

I ball out Shaquille O'Neal

I only talk about bankroll

Only talk about big deals

Hop out truck, light em up

Like I said, we get no fucks

Big Mac, big deluxe

In Milwaukee, countin' bucks

In my city, I'm the man

There them niggas go again

They keep on talkin'

Give no fucks about what they sayin'

Caught the opps, got them prayin'

Bout them games, but I ain't playin'

I go crazy, super saiyan

Ain't about money, I ain't stayin'

Oh, there they go, hand me that stick

I shoot first, I'm with the shit

When you with me, don't worry about shit

I'm belt to ass, don't play that shit

Your brother got hit and you ain't spin back

Went and cried, I swore you a bitch

I'm in the field, I'm bound to hit

I up that stick and I won't miss

Who builds my pocket

Think I'm crippin'

He was dissin', now he missin'

Scared of the heat, get out the kitchen

Nigga, you trash, you washed like dishes

762 gon' hit him up

5-5-6, might flip a truck

I'm in the club throwin' usher bucks

You think he gon' slime me

Nigga, good luck

He wanna be like us, he can't be us

Bitch, it's double R-Z, the gang

I need bread, don't care about fame

I'm tryna slide, tryna put in some pain

I talk shit, let my nuts hang

My drac named Fredo, that bitch bang

Went and got me a bag, still ain't changed

Double R 4L, that be the gang

The biggest opp, the biggest killer, tryna catch a fuckin' hat

Run down on him

He get to booking four flats

What the fuck

That's my chopper

JaZ, what the fuck is that

This bitch loud

Hunnit round, leave a nigga face flat

My shooter spin, and spin again

Shootin' shit like Joe Ingles

Give a fuck about a bitch

And if you ask, bitch, I'm single

Fuck a ring

I'm in that field

And I'm on hoes, I'm tryna mingle

Fuck a Glock, I want a Deagle

Runnin' shit like we the Eagles

RR steppers me and Brax

But my shooter, that be Kyce

Bad bitch

Thick as hell

Orange wig like Ice Spice