Icyest lyrics

[Verse 1: Big Quis]
All my n*ggas stuntin'
Two chains on my stomach
Wear my sh*t everywhere I ain't tucking in nothing
If you try me then I'm dumping
If you kill me then they coming
And the hoe that you wifin' up, just a b*tch that I'm f*cking
A 100 thousand dollars, n*gga that's what my kick cost
Got a pocket full of paper, know my haters p*ssed off
Diamonds when I'm dazzling, I'm hustling like Rick Ross
You ain't got no money and your b*tch made my di*k soft
Got a neck full of frost, you ain't worth a 100k
Notice that the boys who robbed me ain't got sh*t to say
Anyone that's in my way we runnin' off on all them n*ggas
I got love for Pontiac but f*ck them 1 n*ggas
Money getters gone lose they mind when we drop this
We ain't got no competition boy, so stop it
Y'all jewelry show the streets that y'all ain't f*cking with the mob b*tch
f*ck y'all n*ggas, quit calling tryna squash sh*t

[Hook: Big Quis]
My denims filled with money and all these b*tches love me
We the icyest n*ggas 'round this b*tch
Shot out to all the swipers, f*ck who don't like us
We the icyest n*ggas 'round this b*tch
Hang with the drug dealers, respected by the killers
We the icyest n*ggas 'round this b*tch
Got a neck full of bling, I'm winning with my team
We the icyest n*ggas 'round this b*tch
[Verse 2: Payroll Giovanni]
Walk up in the club with a 100 on
We text you from your b*tch phone, she ain't coming home
I'm my own man, they wanna be some f*cking clones
I'm looking down on a cop like a f*cking drone
Iced up, talking in codes on a bunch of phones
Independent but I got a rappers budget on
Everything on my body in the double digits
My young n*gga got bodies, he in the double digits
If the plug ain't leaving rooms, I ain't f*cking with it
I'm only spending my money if I can double with it
Rap sh*t and street sh*t, you gotta juggle with it
Text some sh*t, just know some hollow heads coming with it
n*ggas mad at the love, cause they chain dim
I wouldn't wear that bullsh*t, man who raised them
Got the nerve to be bragging 'bout that light sh*t
Guess you put the wrong n*gga on the right sh*t

[Hook: Big Quis]
My denims filled with money and all these b*tches love me
We the icyest n*ggas 'round this b*tch
Shot out to all the swipers, f*ck who don't like us
We the icyest n*ggas 'round this b*tch
Hang with the drug dealers, respected by the killers
We the icyest n*ggas 'round this b*tch
Got a neck full of bling, I'm winning with my team
We the icyest n*ggas 'round this b*tch