Ice by Mafia & Lil Baby
Released : 2018
Yeah, you know i sit back and think about it all alone
Get on higher with the mile for you
I’m not really that friendly dawg
I’m not that friendly
I want that good
We got them smokers
Tip toeing out the trap
Gotta watch out for the rat
I put a draco on the strap
Please don’t put me in it get smacked
I’m not that friendly
I want that Bentley
Gucci and fendi
Bobby and whitny
Ice, ice, ice
I want this so icy
My little bitch sweet as ice cream
I know she want to ride forward, hope on my tip
Ferrari black like spike lee
I should be signed with your auntie
I know she want me
I’m sorry check your height G
That pussy hella spicy
I don’t like my own spice
She’s drinking need no ice
I thought you was scared of heights
Both my niggas lost they life
For some shit that happened on brice,
that’s why
Tip toeing out the trap
Gotta watch out for the rat
I put a draco on the strap
Please don’t put me in it get smacked
I’m not that friendly
I want that Bentley
Gucci and fendi
Bobby and whitny
Ice, ice, ice
I’m not that friendly
I told them i don’t take no
Picture she asking me really
Yeah, i pray to God i ain’t here with my friends
I think i can handle my info
F-fourty, automatic shoe turn infinity
Bills full tube, fit in no Bentley
I went from rags to riches for real
I gotta keep it low profile
I don’t play games, i ain’t no child
Young nigga thirty ready to go wild
We gone go toe to toe
We don’t bow down
I’m really running low
That’s my time
Dra-dra-dracos and them fourties
They do magic
Disappear when i start clapping
Most of these rap niggas ass
They gone tell twelve when i happen
Velc’s vette go fast, skrt
I’m tryna run my cash, up in ohio with the mafia
You must ain’t heard i ain’t going for nun
Everywhere i go i got my grind
I’m gone shoot back ain’t gone run
Gotta make it home back to my son
I gotta make it home
Tip toeing out the trap
Gotta watch out for the rat
I put a draco on the strap
Please don’t put me in it get smacked
I’m not that friendly
I want that Bentley
Gucci and fendi
Bobby and whitny
Ice, ice, ice
I treat her lile loose change
She giving head and lay back girl the moose sang
She sick and fed up she fed up with you lames
Fed up little bitch
Don’t you know better than this
You get them jealous of this
Don’t get cought mailing that brick
Get hit in your melon for this
Just keep your mouth closed
This why we don’t work on stoves
That’s why we don’t work on stoves
Work on stoves, work on stoves
Tip toeing out the trap
Gotta watch out for the rat
I put a draco on the strap
Please don’t put me in it get smacked
I’m not that friendly
I want that Bentley
Gucci and fendi
Bobby and whitny
Ice, ice, ice
Tip toeing out the trap
