CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Icy Girl (Remix)
CJayy, uh CJayy
Uh, ay look
Let me tell you bout this n***a he would always run his mouth
He be gangster on the gram talking bout what he bout
Like how you hopped up off the porch but you still up on the couch
n***a said he from the north but he really from the south
So I had to tell him, told that pu**y n***a that i’m with it
b*t*h I never been a pu**y, I ain’t like these other n***as
b*t*h i’ve been up in the streets and b*t*h i’ve been up in the trenches
Put some money on your head have some killers come and get you
But then i’m like damn cause I can’t even focus on this rap
See I got kicked up out the house and I was down bad on my ass
But why these n***as hating on me talking bout my music trash
But you asked me for a feature and you said my music trash
Back what I was saying bout this n***a on the gram
He feeling untouchable showing pistols in his cam
I’m starting to read this n***a mind, I can see he gotta plan
And I know he ain’t a shooter he just do it for the gram
n***as walking through the alley with black hoodies like who that
Like b*t*h you better not come over here we got them straps
b*t*h you better not come over here you gonna get blast
One phone call get yo stupid ass whacked
Uh, ay look
Let me tell you bout this n***a he would always run his mouth
He be gangster on the gram talking bout what he bout
Like how you hopped up off the porch but you still up on the couch
n***a said he from the north but he really from the south
So I had to tell him, told that pu**y n***a that i’m with it
b*t*h I never been a pu**y, I ain’t like these other n***as
b*t*h i’ve been up in the streets and b*t*h i’ve been up in the trenches
Put some money on your head have some killers come and get you
But then i’m like damn cause I can’t even focus on this rap
See I got kicked up out the house and I was down bad on my ass
But why these n***as hating on me talking bout my music trash
But you asked me for a feature and you said my music trash
Back what I was saying bout this n***a on the gram
He feeling untouchable showing pistols in his cam
I’m starting to read this n***a mind, I can see he gotta plan
And I know he ain’t a shooter he just do it for the gram
n***as walking through the alley with black hoodies like who that
Like b*t*h you better not come over here we got them straps
b*t*h you better not come over here you gonna get blast
One phone call get yo stupid ass whacked
