Ice Talk

[Intro: EST Gee]

Yeah, yeah (Uh, uh)

Yeah, yeah (Uh)

[Verse 1: EST Gee]

Who got the ups on us? (Who got ups on us?)

Strap across your shirt, like, nigga, buckle up (Helluva made this beat, baby)

You can't miss, I send you on that hit, might die, you fuck it up

Clip hold got like T trimmers, real street nigga, my money up

Wave this bitch like, "Hey, what's up?"

Soon as fat boy get close enough

Niggas don't want bump, they punks, on IG, hope I post 'em up

I talk to them bodies late at night when I be rollin' up

[Verse 2: 42 Dugg]

They know it's us

Gone with all that flaggin', bitch, you braggin', now I choke on bruh

.40, that's the caliber, the magazine is seventeen

I got this from Medellín, eighteen timеs thirty-three

I hope he ain't sellin' drеams, might go back to mailin' ki's

I don't want no good bitch, make Dugg bitch a felon, please

[Verse 3: EST Gee]

My wrist methamphetamine, you know this that ice talk

Hop out on foot, let pipe off, yellow tape, white chalk

OT, gettin' this ice off

Four hundred mails, every country town around, we beat it down

Used to bag up pieces, sittin' up east listenin' to "Wipe Me Down"

[Verse 4: 42 Dugg &  EST Gee]

I know they don't like me now, your brother, sister, cousin

Feds ever hit the house, put my shit in the oven

They get cheaper by the dozen

Roster grew to a monster

We blow them choppers, bitch

I don't know my alphabets

Tell me, what come after rich?

Play with us, we whackin' shit, claimin' shit, and stampin' shit

Fuck y'all (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 5: EST Gee]

These niggas don't want beef with us, they IG killers

We bendin' blocks in three rentals, I don't see niggas

Keep drillin', bitch, we breed killers

We elite spinners

Big shiner, keep his heat with him, eat and sleep with it

[Verse 6: 42 Dugg]

Wake up, bitch won't fuck the youngin from the front, go get that makeup

To make sure all my niggas had a piece, I took a pay cut

Ho gon' put this 'partment in her name, you need some pay stubs

I'm crankin' my fake drugs, four-hundred in eight months

Ten with me like eight stuffed

The driver like my idol, that's the only bitch I can't touch

These niggas is not me, these niggas is not Gee

Got blow pack, got roxys

Got weed stems and boxed gin, I'm top ten

[Verse 7: EST Gee]

Yeah, go catch one and get locked in

Got out of line and get knocked in

In my city, I'm top ten

Number one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine

With a white boy snortin' H lines

In the side county, niggas can't find

With a .45 on my waistline

Like fuck niggas, I'm lit now

Crossed over, I'm big slime

I'm still slidin', I'm rich now

Everybody gotta pick sides

Took a risk to hold up my wrist high

My lil' brother took six lives

He a lil' nigga but look 6'5"

Can the opps say they didn't hide?

Yeah