(Yea)
(Yea)
(Mo, icekream)
Tell em I've been grinding at a runners pace
Took a little break and now I'm back to see them run away
I ain't got no time to give you time, call another day
I ain't got no time to give you time, ain't no conversation
Tell em I've been grinding at a runners pace
Took a little break and now I'm back to see them run away
I ain't got no time to give you time, call another day
I ain't got no time to give you time, ain't no conversation
Hit you with the gat run it back go clap
All these fucking hoes, man they rap so wack
Wait for the stats man your bitch so flat
Gotta tip toe chugging like I drink so fast
Got a man bugging when ur lips dont ask
Got an eiffel
Spit the blues like a rifle
Lit the fuse like I'm Michael
Homie I've been living to get it gotta go dip so fast
When the pistol flash
Gotta go to run it again
I've been dipping like I just stole cash
Got it fucking coming again
I'm in love with ur friend
Yeah the one with the big ole ass
You know I'm making the money
So when they go rob me u know Imma sell them
And I got no time to stay here with these dummies
So when they come asking you know what to tell em bitch
Tell em I've been grinding at a runners pace
Took a little break and now I'm back to see them run away
I ain't got no time to give you time, call another day
I ain't got no time to give you time, ain't no conversation
Tell em I've been grinding at a runners pace
Took a little break and now I'm back to see them run away
I ain't got no time to give you time, call another day
I ain't got no time to give you time, ain't no conversation
Making cash I don't buy and sell
Always winning gotta try and fail
Dirty money yeah that's gross profit
They like Mo stop went to climb and fell
Running up I gotta get it by the bell
Leak the album gotta time it well
You don't like making music you do it to try to get rich
Man you're such a bitch
I could make a move I don't like taking Ubers
Yeah homie you better get Lyft
I ran out of patients like i was a nurse at the end of the shift
Like homie that's it
I don't really fuck with rappers
Cause they know I'm coming for necks
You better respect
Can't let it go to your head
If I'm a little more like you
I'd probably be dead bitch
Rapping hard and I'm a business student
I don't fuck with you, I've been the coolest
Man I've been in tune and this a different movement
I do some shit and say I didn't do it
You dropping songs and I won't listen to em
Ain't nobody fucking with the shit you doing
Might pull a 50 taking some flics in the city like I was a fucking tourist
I got no shit here to sell yea
Morty I'm Ricky as hell yea
Rapping is all I got, it is in my mitochondria
That means that shits in my cells
Fuck it, shits in my genes
Damn it that shits in my belt
Gotta be hearing the bells
Make your bitch wetter than Phelps
Tell em I've been grinding at a runners pace
Took a little break and now I'm back to see them run away
I ain't got no time to give you time, call another day
I ain't got no time to give you time, ain't no conversation
Tell em I've been grinding at a runners pace
Took a little break and now I'm back to see them run away
I ain't got no time to give you time, call another day
I ain't got no time to give you time, ain't no conversation
(Now that's the tastiest icekream in the whole fucking world)
(Look here at the young face, a bright smile which could be the hope of the world
But in the other half of the picture, is revealed the seduction of the innocent)
(Icekream)
