Ice Chain The Klan Lyrics

I just stole this beat again, I guess I'm really in my bag

Voice cracking in this bitch, I guess I'll get my last laugh

Jiggy, Jiggy how I air that chop out, get to hitting niggas

Got them Harlem Shaking, we ain't even in New York, we from Chicago

And we getting litty, got these hoes popping pussy off the bottles

Really got it out the bottom, now we fucking on them supermodels

Yeah I'm fresh up off this grind, like a skateboarder

Tell 'em something he don't like, treat that nigga like I'm Randy Orton

Better get your cash right on go, cuz we don't play no games about it

Tuff, tell them niggas, toss they setties up, you die up in this bitch

Ice chain the Klan, baby

Ice chain the Klan, baby

Ice chain the Klan, baby

Ice chain the

Ice

Ice

Ice

Ice chain the Klan, baby

Spin up on this block, I'll blow your brains nigga (real blocka shit)

Were you stand nigga (real blocka shit), shoot you dead nigga (real blocka shit)(free the Klan bitch)

Real blockas shootin shit, real blockas shootin shit

Real blockas drew this shit, these still knockas, knock your bitch

Real blockas drew this shit, these still knockas, knock your bitch

Real blockas drew this shit, these still knockas, knock your bitch

Like off a roof top, gotta roof top stakes bitch

Offa roof top, I gotta roof top stake bitch

I'm riding with the bag it's just some shit, I can't forget

Riding with the bag, just some shit, I can't forget it

Riding with that bag, it's just some shit I can't forget

And I'm riding fah them niggas, and we dying for the Klan

Yeah we dying in this bitch, fah the klan, on foenem grave

On foenem grave, I'm out here fingers twisting, to the death

On foenem grave, I'm finger twisting to the death

On foenem grave, I'm finger twisting, till the death

For my boys, I ain't stopping till it's ice all on my next

Tell 'em I'm the next up, tell 'em stream me, I'm up next

I ain't did no boosting, but I tell 'em stream me, I'm up next

Touch the Klan up in this bitch, put pistols at yo neck, lil bitch

Touch the Klan up in this bitch, put pistols at yo neck, lil bitch

Touch the Klan up in this bitch, put pistols at yo neck, lil bitch

Touch the Klan up in this bitch, I'm airing out your family house

Touch the Klan up in this bitch, I'm airing out your family house

Touch the bd up in this bitch, I'm airing out yo

Airing out yo family house lil bitch

I'm spinning off some shit, yeah I'm airing of a perc, lil bitch

Really a different type of nigga, bitch I like all my stakes crispy

I like all my hos glazed, I ain't talking Krispy Kreme

Hard times come, niggas crumble up like Lays

Yeah I can't even bag them up

And if you in my spot, an you ain't getting paid

Niggas get your asses up, damn near get yo assets up

This bitch just put her blabber on, but she lucky she kinda cute, cuz I just let her tap the thrown