Still Tippin Flow Lyrics

We on that down south texas shit

You know what im saying man

Its froze way or no way

And bc dont play

Lets get it

Ice god my flow froze

Froze man tip 44s

I wear the color of my diamonds

Like the way I love pussy

I like it pink thats rose gold

Niggas hated my shit back then

Act like they rock with me now

With a growing nose

Real stand up nigga

I play fair

But ima play to win

No low blows

Handsome fly rich nigga

Feel like Hu Hephner

I done came down

Atx to houston texas

Making haters mad

Your reflection in my necklace

Lived through texas heat

You can test it bitch im pressure

Icy young nigga colder than the galleria

I did it on my own I aint have to buy features

Niggas reach hard make em dance like ballerina

They know Ice a star make a wish everytime you see em

To get to the top you got to drop all your friends

Aint no sellin out the trunk gone pop til the end

Just got new swangas yo girl wanna hop in my benz

Never seeing the bottom again

Really that aint got to pretend

Got my chicken basket and fries

Ion feel these niggas they lying

Had to grind into my prime

I stayed down til it was my time

Now I got money to pay bitches twerking

Not trip on the tab just cuz I put the work in

Choppa in the dash in case fuck niggas lurking

You searching for karma come get what you searching

Come to south and you gone see how we live,

Im tiger woods I put a rack on my bitch

Balling like im on espn

She been down with a nigga for years

Got too many bitches

So if she back door me with lames

I wont shed a tear

True playa shit I aint playing though

I own the game dont mistake it bro

The more money im getting to

The less I give a fuck what you saying hoe

Run like osane bolt I wont chase a hoe

Riding high but im swanging low

Found my purpose to motivate

So why the fuck would you hate me for

Ice