Ice on Me

10:30 In the morning, shawty, mane, I'm high as hell

A lot of coke to cook, I got a lot of dope for sale

You can tell I'm a dope dealer by my dress code

You know that I'm a trap nigga by my grill, ho

Every bitch want a hot boy, 18.5 a pop

Ain't no law in America gon' make the traffic stop

'Fore I get the chicken penny, I'ma put it in the pot

He can't even bring it to me 'less he bring it in the block

Ziploc bags, stale weed, pound of syrup, too

Got a old school and a European vehicle

I keep crocodiles on me like I'm Crocodile Dundee

Got Brazilian, chameleon, reptilians on my feet

Gwala, gwala, gwala, man, I always keep the gwala

Got a whole lot of bands on me

Shawty can't keep her eyes off me

'Cause there's a whole lot of ice on me

Gwala, gwala, gwala, man, I always keep the gwala

Got a whole lot of bands on me

Shawty can't keep her eyes off me

'Cause there's a whole lot of ice on me

Yeah, I'm ridin' in a foreign, buyin' arms in McLaren

Crayola colored carats, got the cuties starin'

Underdog, but everything rap mine

Thousand dollar ounce, same much as a fine

I'm a Bentley man, sellin' man, Gucci, what's the dilly?

Melberg told me that you 'bout to take the city

Bitch in Al's sack, it still wasn't nothin' but hundreds, dawg

That's the way I gotta ball, my closet like a shopping mall

Fifty pre-rolled purple blunts 'cause I got bread

She tried to pass it back, so I told her go 'head

Hollyhood nigga fuckin' Hollywood hoes

Hollywood 'dro on Hollywood Road

I smoke so much purple, would've let the bitch asleep

Woke her in the morning in my presidential suite

She remind me of a very rare expensive bag of weed

Maybe she can turn me on to some fuckin' P

Gwala, gwala, gwala, man, I always keep the gwala

Got a whole lot of bands on me

Shawty can't keep her eyes off me

'Cause there's a whole lot of ice on me

Gwala, gwala, gwala, man, I always keep the gwala

Got a whole lot of bands on me

Shawty can't keep her eyes off me

'Cause there's a whole lot of ice on me

Yeah, I went and made a hundred dollars, that's a damn double

Gucci out the county, rap game in damn trouble

I'm stacked like my granddaddy, slicker than my pappy

I dress fresh like my mammy, big bucks, no whammy

Sauce Award comin', Triple 6 done got the Grammy

They was at the Vibe Awards, I was in Miami

I be MIA, gone, dawg, packin' no clothes

On the road on a no-doze with some melbows

Police, they got my description, street nigga the definition

Never went to college, but I still done broke my bitch tuition

In the kitchen water whippin', egg beater, I see dead people

Lot of pills and plenty reefer, shop with me, it's plenty cheaper

I put it in the pot, then I spin that shit around

Use the flame to heat it up, use that water to cool it down

Patek gone, mama broke, I ain't got no damn choice

Trap bitches pussy moist when they hear my damn voice

Gwala, gwala, gwala, man, I always keep the gwala

Got a whole lot of bands on me

Shawty can't keep her eyes off me

'Cause there's a whole lot of ice on me

Gwala, gwala, gwala, man, I always keep the gwala

Got a whole lot of bands on me

Shawty can't keep her eyes off me

'Cause there's a whole lot of ice on me