Ice

(I will bomb your house, to the day you fucking die, bomb you, bomb you, bomb you, kill you)

[Chorus: Darklot]

I'm boutta go catch me a flight and it's keeping me down

I'm running and they all just looking around

I'm walking around and I'm checking the price

They giving me streams and they liking the sound, huh

I flooded my wrist with the diamonds and ice

Feel like Rodeo cause' I'm crawling at night

I look at my wrist and its 20K time

I do not want you and I don't want advice, yeah

(Quandale Dingle, better be good at running)

[Verse 1: Darklot]

I flooded my neck with the diamonds and ice

My choppa gon' blow, put your head on a price

And I get me a bag, put your head on a spike, yeah

Water in my cup, no this dirty Sprite

Feel like Lil Uzi know my money longer

She tryna leave then I might just go off her

She wanna kick it we ain't playing soccer

Don't wanna leave her the lil bitch a thot, huh, huh

I got me a ten and I go to the top, huh, yeah

I got me Rick Owens, I'm rocking designer