[Part 1] [Chorus] ‘Cause baby I got ice up to my neck Couple pirates up on deck Some Givenchy on my breast I’ma ball like David Beck ‘Cause baby I got ice up to my neck Couple pirates up on deck Some Givenchy on my breast I’ma ball like David Beck [Verse 1] I ain't been tripping The molly got me dipping I'm parallel parking on some badder shit I put some suicide doors on my Honda Accord In my Victoria’s Secret bag, models wanna get intimate I'm making rap songs Word to the dipthongs I’m bouncing back and forth between these women like ping pong I'm grimy word to Elon Musk Tryna finesse it, get the cash or bust Made about 100 racks, 100k Stuck it in the duffel bag, interstate I'm tryna catch a flight from Berlin to LA Bussing out the coup, I bring my chick to Fil-A They said I'd never make it in the cut Shoulda kept my ass down south You keep that shit to yourself Shut your fucking mouth You got a problem we can work it out ‘Cause I be going off the handle Better watch for the spout [Chorus] ‘Cause baby I got ice up to my neck Couple pirates up on deck Some Givenchy on my breast I’ma ball like David Beck ‘Cause baby I got ice up to my neck Couple pirates up on deck Some Givenchy on my breast I’ma ball like David Beck [Verse 2] Been about time ‘Bout to put this on my line Some Jack Harlow shit to Sleepy Hollow shit I'm riding round in the Coupe with my head off Getting damn brain, man, you know I made a scholarship Ticker-taping parades out for days I'm amazed, I ain't phased I'm a craze just like a damn Beatle We ain't talk to the face unless it's something legal Bitch, I been sniffing the fakes like a damn beagle It's pound cake, hit it for real Got a couple dash diners in for the meals Fiending for the touch but I leave with the feels It's a grown man thing Ain’t expecting you to get it at all Saying “Ron why you act so different?” (Why dat?) I only rap when the fears all lifted (All fact) Run the comb but the seeds ain't sifted Heard it through the grapevine, play ‘em like Clifton [Part 2] [Chorus] Okay, we got ice on tap Slip, slop, slap Everybody know that yo bitch think I'm a catch She gon throw that back Thump that ass Booty King Kong Imma show ‘em where I'm at [Verse] Yuh My bitch she so classy Head to toe Versace You know that pussy fire On my lips like damn Hibachi Flyest dick, Apache She say “I need it Papi” Fuck my Mini Me’s Way too matchy matchy Bitch don't @ me
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