Numbers lyrics

[Intro: Thouxanban Fauni]
China!

[Chorus]
Ball on these n*ggas, I feel like LeBron
Know I get cash, all this ice on my arm
IceWater Gang, got ice on my charm
Stay with a sack and I stay with a gun
Can't f*ck with these n*ggas, they bums
Young iced n*gga came out of the slums
New drip, that's Louis Vuitton
We with the sh*t, get hit with a drum
OG gas, that's all in my lungs
Oak Cliff, Texas, where a young n*gga come from
But my b*tch look like she came from London
Look at my pockets, they filled up with hun-duns
Pull up in Audis, ain't drivin' no Honda
Say you want smoke, I'm callin' them gunners
Triple S, I don't f*ck with the runners
f*ckin' yo' b*tch, feel like Brian Pumper
Hollow tips flyin', they hot like summer
Pour up the red whеn I feel under
Run a n*gga down just like a hunter
Bluе faces, all I'm seein' is numbers

[Verse]
Fifties, hunnids, I'ma go out of digits
Smokin' gas, I ain't smokin' no midget
Heard you got it, then my n*ggas come blistin'
B-blue and green, all I see in my vision
Sippin' red, think it's curin' my sickness
G-gettin' that money, I'm f*ckin' these b*tches
This n*gga got a problem, we can come fix it
Slide down yo' block with that hunnid round biscuit
Y-young boss life, you see how I'm livin'
Flexin' hard, like 24-Fitness
Point me to the check, I'ma go get it
Point me to the juugs, I'ma go hit it
Cappin' ass n*ggas really ain't with it
That life I rap about, I really live it
That thirty clip, it'll leave ya missin'
She drop the top, I ain't doin' no kissin'
These n*ggas be peons
Still in the field just like I'm Deion
Foreign coupe, I ain't drivin' no Neon
Ice in my chain, look like it's skiin'
I roll with the slimes, I roll with them demons
I get all the bread, you get all the crumbs
I am the one, spend a check just for fun
You are the one that is gettin' no funds
[Chorus]
Ball on these n*ggas, I feel like LeBron
Know I get cash, all this ice on my arm
IceWater Gang, got ice on my charm
Stay with a sack and I stay with a gun
Can't f*ck with these n*ggas, they bums
Young iced n*gga came out of the slums
New drip, that's Louis Vuitton
We with the sh*t, get hit with a drum
OG gas, that's all in my lungs
Oak Cliff, Texas, where a young n*gga come from
But my b*tch look like she came from London
Look at my pockets, they filled up with hun-duns
Pull up in Audis, ain't drivin' no Honda
Say you want smoke, I'm callin' them gunners
Triple S, I don't f*ck with the runners
f*ckin' yo' b*tch, feel like Brian Pumper

[Outro: Thouxanban Fauni]
China!