Cop It (Ice Dried Up) lyrics

[Hook: Yung Slayer]
I got a big truck, I don't give no f*cks
I know you cap in raps, I guess your ice dried up
I pull up with the Mac, I'm countin' up the racks
Eliante and VEERT pearls, that's what you lack
I cop Balenciaga, I cop the alphabet
I cop the V, N, J's, still ain't found U yet
I be in Pakistan, no D-Block
I'm sellin' bricks with BD's with a C Watch

[Verse 1: Yung Slayer]
I cop golden chains, I cop diamond watches
He's gonna be on stage, too bad he'll do some botches
Everytime I met some b*tches, I look at their crotches
Do you like my drip, It's made with silver swatches
Driving in the fast lane, driving over the limit
I bang your b*tch, I bang her over a minute
Just look at my cash, they arе elimate
Sippin' on the champangе with a touch of pinot
I cop these racks, I cop this track
Sword up ass, It's a callback
I have a backpack, It's filled with stacks
I ate a flapjack, it's time to attack now

[Hook: Yung Slayer]
I got a big truck, I don't give no f*cks
I know you cap in raps, I guess your ice dried up
I pull up with the Mac, I'm countin' up the racks
Eliante and vert pearls, that's what you lack
I cop Balenciaga, I cop the alphabet
I cop the V, N, J's, still ain't found U yet
I be in Pakistan, no D-Block
I'm sellin' bricks with BD's with a C Watch
[Verse 2: Yung Grippy]
Stacking up that green
b*tch my chains can be seen
From a mile away
Cause these diamonds shine
This money is all mine, I worked for this sh*t
I busted nuts and sh*t, I bust my ass to get that ice
Then I make my car some rice
These haters scratching their heads like they got lice
I’m a pimp, you a hoe
My money grow, you a simp
Spend your money, on a hooker
Get laid or don’t book her
I keep my ice wet, all of my needs are met
Bust a fat one on her and then get another rack
All I care about is getting that dub
And then hopping on the hub
Yung Grippy out this b*tch
So I can get more rich

[Hook: Yung Slayer]
I got a big truck, I don't give no f*cks
I know you cap in raps, I guess your ice dried up
I pull up with the Mac, I'm countin' up the racks
Eliante and VEERT pearls, that's what you lack
I cop Balenciaga, I cop the alphabet