ICE COLD ZEL FREESTYLE lyrics

[Intro]
What up Foster?

[Verse: ICECOLDBISHOP & Denzel Curry]
Look, I got a muf*ckin' choppa like Olajuwon
And I spin all day on the block, huh
You spent all day with the cops
I freakin' finesse you right out of your socks
My style is P like I came from The LOX
As I watch you die hard just to be what you not
I was like six in the kitchen
My uncle and cousin was mixin', they servin' up rock
Ayy, b*tch, I am a pit, 'Zel is a rott'
Wanna f*ck with me, come Zelle me a knot
f*ck that, open up, close up shop
Might just serve me a n*gga, straight drop, crack
In my hood, the hammer go brratt
Every n*gga I grew up with 'bout that
f*ck all that sh*t you keep talkin' about
pus*y, show me where that n*gga house at
I'm in that b*tch like I housesat
That n*gga pus*y, he house cat
I got a trap for a house rat
'Cause I actively ask where the mouse at
Say you gon' touch me, I doubt that
Might turn your ass to a loud pack
Pull out make that b*tch make a crowd scat'
And my n*gga, you shouldn't be 'round that
Hop out and I make a round splat (Phew-phew-phew-phew)
Hop out and make that sh*t, doot-doo-doo-doo
Play with me, I might just shoot it at you
b*tch, I never back out, do I look like a coupe?
These n*ggas sweet as tiramisu
If I up it, he gon' need some therapy too
Hold up, my n*gga, you scarin' me too
If a n*gga f*ck up, he might bury me too
Pistol keep yellin' out, "Carry me, too"
I got one on me, might have to carry me two
And I bust ‘em both, shootin' 'em narrowly, too
And the AR-15 would've married me, too
Bro off the drink tryna marry the juice
And it's f*ck y'all n*ggas, let's bury the truce
b*tch, it's no Biggie, just gimme the loot
'Cause I'm hangin' with BISHOP, he gave me the juice