Imma just rap

Ice what up

[Verse 1]:

One, two, fuck a ho three

Young dude puffin' OG

Got the game locked cause I'm so key

I remain hot, you're a cold breeze

Tank top with some dope jeans

Make guap under most means

Drank a lot to that codeine

Change my thoughts in this slow scene

He's loading his clip

With no motive to miss

As he's browin' the switch

It's a quarter to six

Trick, choke on a dick

And your lotion is slick

I'm focused on getting my piece of the pie

Better make peace cause it's easy to die

Name an MC and I'll eat him alive

And if he still lives Imma leave him with five

Girls just pop and get faded

Earning profit, no wages

You just working off all your payment

With your shirt all off no complainin'

All the girls around are gon' hate it

But your heart is harder than pavement

Get em' balled it all cause you made it

Gettin' dollars, ball rage this now

Workin' for tips

Miss, twerkin' your hips

While you're perkin' your lips

Perfect as this

She's flirtin' with Lyst

As he's burnin' his spliff

Turn it and dip

Turn it and dip

Turn it and dip

You serve that you like how assertive I get

Class is in session, learn and submit

[Hook]:

Stack racks no tax due (X2)

Ass fat, clap that

Baby back that when I pass through

Show off and flash

You'll watch and crash

Show off your arms, legs, chest

Show off your back

Stack racks no tax due (X2)

Ass fat, clap that

Baby back that when I pass through

[Verse 2]:

Okay now stack racks, no tax due

My rap tracks are taboo

Act rude, get a crack tooth

As I backlash when I snap loose

Mad dance when I pass through

Let the MAC blast with no damn clue

Bash dudes, leave em' passed bruised

In the beat, I treat it like fast food

I'm servin' it hot

Catch it and swerve convertible tops

I'm determined to pop

Haven't you heard of these hurdles I've hopped?

Steady, burning this crop

Bitch I'm just servin' my purpose to rock

Searching for someone to serve me some pot

It all just depends if it's worthy or not

You said you don't but I doubt it

You bet I won't but I'm 'bout it

West coast to make em' shout it

Step too close and get surrounded

Hounded, pound ya down till you crawlin'

I'm out of town in new all ins

Ballin' is my true callin'

We don't stand around but you stallin'

I got soldiers and goons that got torturous moves

Give you multiple wounds tick, you're fortunate joose

Make reports on the news it's important you lose

There's nowhere to go when you're forced and abused

I'm ready to blow like a torch and a fuse

Changing your points and distorting your views

Burning that haze while I'm pouring this booze

[Hook]: