Never Let a N**** Ice Me

[Verse 1]

Uh, never let a nigga ice me (Never)

Old numbers popping up, scam likely (Brrt)

I was moving right in my off-white tee's

A print stamp on the dope trying to fiend the high beats, uh

I'm making killings in billings

Them niggas still in their feelings

I'm counting blues like I'm crippin'

Your six soul is a million

And free my dawg out of prison

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You want to fuck with a real one

[Verse 2]

And I might drop a dub on a dime bitch (Uh)

If you drop dumb your a dumb bitch (Uh)

Niggas sending shots like the guardsmen

Your day ones ain't always the niggas that you come with (Uh)

Who gon’ keep a milli from the jump

Ridin’ through the city with the pump (Yeah)

Richest nigga really from the slum

Nigga really try to keep it where I’m from

Had to put the sticky on the drum like (Bow, whoa)

[Pre-Chorus]

Smoke blowing out the window (Oh)

See them niggas ‘round my opps don’t think my friends home (No, Oh)

Tell me how you want to give it up (Oh)

I don’t give a fuck about love I’m standing on big trust (Whoa)

[Chorus]

‘Cause I got homies, plotting on me

I get no sleep, I get no sleep

‘Cause I got homies, plotting on me

I get no sleep, I get no sleep (Uh)

[Verse 3]

I just walked in through the front door, left all the shit with her backend (Uh)

Would try to fuck with me back then, look at little sweetie trying to tap in (Uh)

Money on his head transaction, y'all just getting money in the past tense (Uh)

I can name ten niggas mad right now that I came off rapping (Uh)

Pushing the leader the money turned me ‘into a boss

Bigger the commas nigga the harder they gon’ fall

I’ve been set up by a nigga I used to love

How I’m ‘possed to trust them bitches met in the club

She’s more skilled but fuck her, then Young Thug her

I’m telling you what it is, I’m talking ‘bout what it was

Yeah you got guns but everybody got guns just put the stick on the drum like (Bow, Whoa)

[Pre-Chorus]

Smoke blowing out the window (Oh)

See them niggas ‘round my opps don’t think my friends home (No, Oh)

Tell me how you want to give it up (Oh)

I don’t give a fuck about love I’m standing on big trust (Whoa)

[Chorus]

'Cause I got homies, plotting on me

I get no sleep, I get no sleep

'Cause I got homies, plotting on me

I get no sleep, I get no sleep (Uh)

[Outro - DJ Drama]

Clyde, Guvera

This gon' make for a hardcover

DJ Drama

Gangsta Grizzle