NLE Choppa - Ice Spice Lyrics

They done messed up, man
I'm comin' back for everything I deserve
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Yeah
Brrt

I ain't gon' lie, you niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble)
Can't sign that shit 'til it's double ('til is double)
Rich young nigga can't get in no scuffle
I'm quick with the blick, that's on my brother (brrt-brrt-brrt-brrt)
Take a risk everyday with my life
I'ma roll that dice like it's ten to four
Go to the bank, deposit money every weekend and bitch 'til I break that ho (break that ho)
Nigga say that I ain't got enough money in my pocket
Pussy-ass nigga need some more (more money)
I ain't been asleep in good damn week
I'm this and that, but you can't say I'm broke
Me and my brother had bunk beds, I was on bottom of it, damn near to the floor
Now when you step in my crib, you can lay on my bed
with twenty-somethin' hoes (with twenty bitches)
Clip so long, look like turkey legs
Thank God every day that I ain't dead (I ain't dead)
Dirty-ass game, got know how to play it
Gotta keep my head with one in the head (one in the head)
Bro in the feds, he locked upstate (locked upstate)
Chi-Chi's and the spread on his plate (on his plate)
Money on his books, so you know he straight (know he straight)
Shank so big look like he Jamaican (Jamaican)
See them coments, sayin' I'm fakin'
I make niggas fake dead, bitch, stop playin' (come here, brrt)
First lil' deal, I took a lil' bit out of that
Then 20K on a nigga neck (oh yeah, oh yeah)
Up a couple mills, still went on a drill
I'm CEO but I'm in the field with the vets
Throw my dog a bone and he went to go fetch
when he brought the bitch back had damn set (oh, yeah)
Bleed purple, see purple, weed purple, niggas know this shit be Crip (shit be Crip)
Small circle, start to irk her, bitch is fertile, still left it on her lip (on her lip)
Mane lurkin', brain hurtin', chains hurtin'
Same person thinkin' 'bout murder (thinkin' 'bout murder)
Pain perkin', drugs workin', lanes swervin'
In a vert' with somethin' I'm workin' (come on)

Woah, roll up one, trap doin' numbers, it jump, jump, jump (it jump, jump, jump)
No, don't throw my gun, get out the car, run Forest, run, run (run, run, run)
Oh, these niggas my sons, dead beat to 'em, I ain't got no funds (ain't got no funds)
Bad bitch look like Ice Spice, she eatin' dick, she the real munch (real munch)
Woah, roll up one, trap doin' numbers, it jump, jump, jump (it jump, jump, jump)
No, don't throw my gun, get out the car, run Forest, run, run (run, run, run)
Oh, these niggas my sons, dead beat to 'em, I ain't got no funds (ain't got no funds)
Bad bitch look like Ice Spice, she eatin' dick, she the real munch (real munch)

Bad ass bitch with a whole lot of ass, whole lot of cash, that's my type
All eyes on me, can't talk to the hoes
C-Grape go get her, he know what I like (know what I likes)
I don't do trickin', might pay for the pussy
Don't let me know the price, it might be right (might be right)
See her prints all through her tights
Her camel toe it be toein' right (be toein' right)
Queso, Frito Lay, we count chips, we be straight
My bitch, she too gay, we fuck hoes all damn day
Shoe box turned to a safe
Trap house turned to estate
White bricks over new Js
Trap fashion, runway
Run up on me, you won't get that
Couple niggas want they lick back (want they lick back)
Shit on niggas like a shit bag
Poppin' niggas with my rich ass (with my rich ass)
Run laps on 'em like a zig-zag
Know they big mad 'cause where I'm at
I came back, trap made a comeback
I can't front that I been on that (brrt)
She say somethin', I say nothin' (brrt)
Keep on fussin', I ain't budgin' (I ain't budgin' ho)
Unbothered 'cause money I'm touchin', and plenty bitches I'm fuckin'
Switcheroo a ho real quick, on some real shit, I'm P
She say I'm duckin', no lovin', no trustin'
Bitch, I'm me

Woah, roll up one, trap doin' numbers, it jump, jump, jump (it jump, jump, jump)
No, don't throw my gun, get out the car, run Forest, run, run (run, run, run)
Oh, these niggas my sons, dead beat to 'em, I ain't got no funds (ain't got no funds)
Bad bitch look like Ice Spice, she eatin' dick, she the real munch (real munch)
Woah, roll up one, trap doin' numbers, it jump, jump, jump (it jump, jump, jump)
No, don't throw my gun, get out the car, run Forest, run, run (run, run, run)
Oh, these niggas my sons, dead beat to 'em, I ain't got no funds (ain't got no funds)
Bad bitch look like Ice Spice, she eatin' dick, she the real munch (real munch)

Bad bitch look like Ice Spice fine ass
Know what I mean? She eatin' dick, she the real munch
Comin' back for this shit
Pay me in respect, not money, bitch