SoIcyBoyz 3 (feat. Gucci Mane, Pooh Shiesty, Foogiano & Tay Keith)

Tay Keith, this too hard

Ayy, ayy, blrrd

Section 8 'partments, I'm valid on payment

Servin' narcotics like back in the '80s

We got the gas you can't get at the station

I just hit the dope and then made 'em go crazy

We got more drugs than the nurses at Grady

Worse come to worst, I'ma send at your ranking

Woke up today, I community gated

Looked in the mirror like, "Nigga, you made it"

Thinkin' 'bout all of the charges I skated

From robbin' and takin' and enter and breakin'

I shake the pot, made it jump to an 80

Smokin' just make my eyes lower like Asians

I'm all in Miami, strapped up like a Haitian

Peep that they thinkin' I feel the vibration

Bullets gon' hit, feel a burnin' sensation

Flippin' that turf, have you running and racing

These junkies my patients, they walk in impatient

I had to cook up, had to tell 'em, "Be patient"

In my duplex with the bricks in the basement

Real street nigga, never wrote no statement

They tell 'em to come out, we hardest to come out

Ball like I'm Jordan, yeah, I stuck my tongue out

Niggas got no cars, they stickin' they thumb out

Keep it a hunnid, I'm bringin' the drum out

I put my gun out, let's see how they turn out

My drugs be bookin', they won't put the blunt out

They say it's a drug, make it rain when the sun out

All red Royce, skrrt-skrrt, do a burnout

My word is the law, no cap in my bars

Put ice on my heart and put tats on my scars

Might want a .30, but lobster walk

1017, we ball to ball

I got 60 shots in this Drac', he move once, won't move again

Talkin' all that shit, we broke his bones, his ass should've caught the wind

Tolerate no disrespect, I'm Beyblade how I get to spinnin'

Dump him in that water, he ain't swimmin', boy, that nigga missin'

We don't blank on missions, now he missin'

Swimmin' with the fishes

Wockhardt got me pissin', diamonds glisten

Strapped up with that glizzy

All my clothes be fitted, G-Star denim

These not True Religion's

If I take your soul, I'm not repentin', Grim Reaper my religion

Can't show the internet how I be livin'

Sticks steamer, ride through the city

Stay out the way and get paid, niggas all in they feelings

On the internet talkin' like bitches

Money come in different ways, I'm a junkie

Got Dracs and them bows while I'm breakin' a bitch

Yellow gold on my wrist lookin' like piss

If I go broke, then I'm takin' a risk

How you be slidin' but nobody got hit?

Yeah, we double back if we feel like we missed

Yeah, I drop the opp 'fore I drop me a hit

I'm not like these rappers, I'm not finna diss

They havin' cake, make your bitch make a wish

I keep goin' up, niggas keep throwin' fits

Ten thousand ain't nothin, blow this shit on a fit

Remember they doubted me? Now look, I'm rich

Still in the hood posted up in the bricks

I still mask up, put that fire on them bitches (on god)

Niggas be put up when I'm in the city

I'm tired of beefin' in niggas who snitchin' (y'all niggas snitches)

Niggas don't want smoke, they just want attention

Double R gang, we standin' on business

We really 'bout action, these niggas pretendin' ('tendin', ayy, big blrrd)

Yeah, big F&N for these fuck niggas, load your choppas, grab your vest

I'm still with them killers from Willet, you know who shoot the best

Ayy, I passed the shot off to KD, felt like the point guard on the Nets

I'm overdue, so Wock' trill treeshin' 'bout two Percocets

I talk shit like I'm 500 pounds, I'm strapped with like 300 rounds

And I still'll take your bow from you, know who quick to slime some shit down

Drop 30,000 on his top, now they on his ass like he Flavor Flav'

I got a cup, no, you can't come around, poured an eight, I'm in zombie town

And it cost to move, 'cause what I just had

Make sure you sure to a clip when you run down

Police keep takin' my guns, I can't run out

Slip on his block for so long, now the sun out

Got rich, turn my apartments up, I took my chain back to the condo

We go by codes up in the field, drop an opp, we call that a touchdown

Blrrd, blrrd

Big blrrd

I got 60 shots in this Drac', he move once, won't move again

Talkin' all that shit, we broke his bones, his ass should've caught the wind

Tolerate no disrespect, I'm Beyblade how I get to spinnin'

Dump him in that water, he ain't swimmin', boy, that nigga missin' (that pussy nigga missin')