Pure Ice lyrics

Yeahhh, uhh, I'm a street n*gga
I was in the trap, cookin up ice without no heat in it

Ak Bandamont n*gga! I get bands a lot n*gga, you know that!
(Shhh)x3

Hah! I made a killin off the road, that lil b*tch was talkin slick, I put my di*k up in her throat
I got ten pints all high tec, I made a killin with this goo
I ain't even write my raps, I live the sh*t I wrote
I'm finna turn n*gga to ashes when I spin up in a ghost

I was up a hunnid when they weren't givin out them loans
Give it the next six months, ima gone be givin out a home
N when I cook this pure ice, I ain't given out them stones

N' I ain't mad, I heard y'all tearin up them stores
I taking fed tests whilе you was wearin n*ggas clothes
Just hit the hood, I'm tryna cook a birdiе with a stove
She just popped a perc, while sippin henny she a hoe

And If I say that sh*t ,kentucky , She a go
If I hit the trap, just step on work, see the floor
I just bet a band on my trick dice to hit a four!
Cut it to a b*tch, like whats ur credit is? Lets go and get these phones

Yeah! Like I'll pay it back
I just f*cked a b*tch to my new tape, she said play it back
She said she wanna try somethin new, "You can make the crack?"
Then I showed her a hunnid all blues, she had a pape attack
We gone jack you out you sh*t, thats a pape attack
Why do a statement on these n*ggas and say that they ain't a rat
I just got a new XD it got a cable mag

I've been in some sh*t I got out, cause them angels fast
When it comes to steppin on dope, we in first place
Hellcats ? let of shots and make the earth shake
When I dropped my first lil song I made the earthquake
Ten thousand beans on me, I made her stuff em, went the percs way
I know a n*gga, he fiend, he got a perc tray
My dog been sellin dog, he said its hot, he rather serve drank

I finna sell them b*tches whole, its a bird day!
Then Tie a n*gga up, burn him alive, thats the worst way

Yeah!
We got the bag bouncin!
I made a quarter milly in half a year, I love trap houses
Just caught a n*gga lackin of the drank and knocked the ack out him
This n*gga veins f*cked up from shootin up dope, it ain't a tap problem
My other fiend goin insane she got a cat problem
Dam this b*tch pus*y stank, she got a cat problem

I had a flashback to robbin a n*gga in a black Honda
We was in dog hood, lurkin all night but did not spot em
Seen a n*gga walk up down the street, then whipped out choppa
I creep on you up close, shoot thirteen out the black lama
I remember I wasn't tryna go to school, I'm on the block danglin
b*tch I'm in here tryna cook up crack, you hear the pots bangin
N Ill never sell my soul, b*tch ill pop satan
You was in the school, tryna do work while I was Glock changin
I know the aspects of the game and I am not waitin
I'm finna hit the trap, cookin bricks so i can cop spaceship
Lil girly special, her credit high as my fiens and she ain't got babies
Servin b*tch, beggin for the dope, think she got rabbies
They know I f*cked the city up, I know the cops hate me
You prolly tryna go and sell blood, so you can cop AP
I just took of fast on the state troops n they did not chase me
Ill have my dawg back a n*gga, like Jamal Davis
U be in stores starin at sh*t, u in the mall hatin
Ill go accross your top, with a bald taper
We was in the trap tryna cook dope using all razors
Watchu want? the molly weed dope we got all flavors
I just ? a b*tch two times, she said shell call later
This b*tch buy her drugs to save for later, she a ball saver
I'm finna go sell this slab, I'm doing fraud later
Lil dawg was talking tuff on the neat, he a fraud glater
I got three hoes and five percs, y'all can all take em
This n*gga showing off charges on his story but they all basic

(Whisle!)