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[Enchanting]
Woah, brr
So Icy gang

Feelin' like I ball and lead (Ayy)
I can't get no sleep (Swish)
Red boots, Balenciaga, know that shit ain't cheap (Cheap)
Gotta protect my piece (Ayy)
I got these racks on me (Racks)
Doin' numbers, countin' commas, dunkin' in my sleep (Swish)

[Enchanting]
All this ice on me (Ice)
All this ice on me (Ice)
All this ice on me, yeah
All this ice on me (Ice)
Feelin' like I ball and lead (Ayy)
I can't get no sleep (Swish)
Doin' numbers, countin' commas, dunkin' in my sleep (Swish)

[K Shiday & Enchanting]
757, wanna beat on the drum?
All this ice, can't forget where I'm from
If I get a headstart, then yo' ass better run
Ain't takin' no chances, I pray likе a none
I done go get it, thеy all gon' go miss it
Hand me my chain and a bitch started trippin'
Ain't shakin' no ass for no nigga, ain't tippin'
I took my advance to the tramp' and I flipped it
Ain't gon' stress on no ho, underground like an addict
Shit gon' go down and y'all all in a panic
I drew up a mark on that bitch, I'ma take it
Don't really smoke, but I drink, so I pass it
These bitches is mad, hoes is pressed
All in my bag, I run up a check
They think I'm a rookie, but I am a vet
They know where I'm from, I was born in the mid'
She not a thug, she a rapper
I only f*ck with a trapper
I'ma be here for the rap shit
Give me a part, I'm an actor
If Peter picked a pepper, empty out his pockets
I'm so f*ckin' icy, lit the Houston Rockets
I'ma open doors, you sit in the closet
With my money (Yeah), bitch, hand me my money

Feelin' like I ball and lead (Ayy)

I can't get no sleep (Swish)
Red boots, Balenciaga, know that shit ain't cheap (Cheap)
Gotta protect my piece (Ayy)
I got these racks on me (Racks)
Doin' numbers, countin' commas, dunkin' in my sleep (Swish)

[Enchanting]
Diamonds on me, they dancin'
I got yo' ho lovin' the ice
I told that ho I ain't romantic
She gotta bust it on sight
My shooter, my aim is fantastic
Still poppin' them, open a fight
I been poppin' my shit in the club
Poppin' bottles, open, I catch me a flight
That bitch, she be mad, yeah, I got 'em pissed off, I got 'em upset (I got 'em upset)
Bitch, this some live for the camera, when I ain't all up with yo' bitch (Ain't all up with yo' bitch)
AP on my wrist in this bust down
Two gangsters, the f*ck? With the f*ck rounds
Complain, bitch, I got enough rounds
Can't wait for that pain to come touch down

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