22 ft. Icemaker Lyrics

Fuck, haha

My bitch want some money, I gave her $10,000 and told her to get out of my face

If you wanna come back to the crib, man, you best wear a bib because, baby, you in for a taste

Run up on me and I'm catchin' a case, $40,000, I stuff in the bag, bitch, I'm robbin' this place

Shoot 22 like I'm Clark, you throwin' out shots in the dark and you finna get chased

Finna get chased and I'm walking too much got me steppin' too fast

And the blunt was just laced so you puff it and pass

Squashin' the blunt, I step on the gas

Pedal to metal, I'm going too fast, got your bitch in the passenger seat, huh

Fucking around and you playin' with me so you know that I'm bringin' the heat

But no Jimmy Butler, that bitch think I want her

That shorty was dumb, I want everyone but her

I just be smooth like some butter, huh

He think that he cold, but that boy was as hot as the summer, no homo

Add on this shit like a promo, heat to your head and you thinkin' in slow mo, you dumb

Ice on my neck, cost me 40, never said you could record me so brodie it's up

My bitch want some money, I gave her $10,000 and told her to get out of my face

If you wanna come back to the crib, man, you best wear a bib because, baby, you in for a taste

Run up on me and I'm catchin' a case, $40,000, I stuff in the bag, bitch, I'm robbin' this place

Shoot 22 like I'm Clark, you throwin' out shots in the dark and you finna get chased

22 bullets inside of his head like he Clyde

Run up on me but you got the wrong guy, making you glide, making you die, you get punked

Block in my head got me stuck, fruity ass boy and you finna get punched in your stomach

Got me some bucks like I'm huntin, sippin' on wok while I'm runnin, pourin' that shit, Robitussin

Huh, huh, huh, yeah

I'm pouring that shit 'til I can't, told her to pass me the drank

I'm finna get geeked, ain't no sayin' I ain't

They call me the saint, yeah that's how it is and it ain't up for fuckin' debate

Bitch got me shook, I don't do shit by the book, money inside of the bag like a crook

Yeah that's your bitch that I took, king of this shit in my castle so where is the rook (Pull up)

Pull up to the game in a tech, $31,000 I put on my neck

I might pull up in the set, I pull up with fire

Too much of this shit got me sick and I think I'ma vomit

I'ma just keep it 100, you or yo twin I'm deciding

Me and my bro keep it coming, me and my twin keep it locked in like Wallace and Gromit

My bitch want some money, I gave her $10,000 and told her to get out of my face

If you wanna come back to the crib, man, you best wear a bib because, baby, you in for a taste

Run up on me and I'm catchin' a case, $40,000, I stuff in the bag, bitch, I'm robbin' this place

Shoot 22 like I'm Clark, you throwin' out shots in the dark and you finna get chased