Ice Spice lyrics

[Intro]
I'm messed up, gang
I'm comin' back for everything I deserve, yeah
(Tay Keith, f*ck these n*ggas up)
Grr

[Verse 1]
I ain't gon' lie, you n*ggas in trouble (n*ggas in trouble)
Can't sign that sh*t 'til is double ('Til is double)
Rich young n*gga can't get in no scuffle
I'm quick with the blick, that's on my brother (Grr, grr, grr)
Take a risk every day with my life, I'ma roll that dice like it's ten of folks
Go to the bank, deposit money every week in that b*tch 'til I break that ho (Break that ho)
n*gga say that I got enough money in my pocket, pus*y-ass n*gga need some more (More money)
I ain't been asleep in good damn week, I'm this and that, but you can't say I'm broke
Mе and my brother had bunk beds, I was on the bottom of it, damn nеar to the floor
Now when you step in my crib, you can lay on my bed with twenty-somethin' hoes (Twenty b*tches)
Clip so long, look like turkey legs
Thank God every day that I ain't dead (I ain't dead)
Dirty ass game, gotta know how to play it
Gotta keep my head with one in the head (One in the head)
Bro in the feds, he locked up, state (Locked up state)
Cheap cheese in a spread on his plate (On his plate)
Money on his books, so, you know he straight (Know he straight)
Chains so big look like he Jamaican (Jamaican)
See them comments, sayin' I'm fakin'
I make n*ggas fake dead, b*tch, stop playin' (Grr)
First lil' deal, I took a lil' bit out of that, then twenty K on a n*gga neck (Oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
Up a couple mil, still went on a drill, I'm CEO but I'm in the field with the vets
Throw my dog a bone and he went to go fetch
When he brought the b*tch back, had a whole damn sack (Oh, yeah)
Bleed purple, see purple, weed purple, n*ggas know this sh*t be Crip (sh*t be Crip)
Small circle, start to irk her, b*tches fertile, still left it on her lip (On her lip)
Mane lurkin', brain hurtin', chains hurtin', same person thinkin' 'bout murder (Thinkin' 'bout murder)
Pain perkin', drugs workin', lanes swervin', in a vert', somethin' I'm workin' (Come on)
[Chorus]
Roll, roll up one, trap doin' numbers, it jump, jump, jump
No, don't throw my gun, get out the car, run Forest, run, run
Oh, these n*ggas my sons, dead beat to 'em, ain't got nothin' for 'em
Bad b*tch look like Ice Spice, she eatin' di*k, she the real munch
Roll, roll up one, trap doin' numbers, it jump, jump, jump
No, don't throw my gun, get out the car, run Forest, run, run
Oh, these n*ggas my sons, dead beat to 'em, ain't got nothin' for 'em
Bad b*tch look like Ice Spice, she eatin' di*k, she the real munch

[Verse 2]
Bad ass b*tch with a whole lot of ass, whole lot of cash, that's my type
All eyes on me, can't talk to the hoes, C-Grape go get her, he know what I like (Know what I likes)
I don't do trickin', might pay for the pus*y though, let me know the price, it might be right (Might be right)
See her print all through her tights, her camel toe, it be toein' right (Be toein' right)
Queso, Frito Lay, we count chips, we be straight
My b*tch, she too gay, we f*ck hoes all damn day
Shoebox turned to a safe
Trap house turned to estate
White bricks over new J's
Trap fashion runway
One up on me, you won't get that, couple n*ggas want they lick back (Want they lick back)
sh*t on n*ggas like a sh*t bag, poppin' n*ggas with my rich ass (With my rich ass)
Run laps on 'em like a zig-zag, know they big mad 'cause where I'm at
I can't backtrack, made a comeback, I can't front that I been on that (Grr)
She say somethin', I say nothin' (Grr)
Keep on fussin', I ain't budgin' (I ain't budgin')
I'm 'bout it 'cause money I'm touchin', and plenty b*tches I'm f*ckin'
Switcheroo a ho real quick, on some real sh*t, I'm P
She say I'm duckin', no lovin', no trustin', b*tch, I'm me
[Chorus]
Roll, roll up one, trap doin' numbers, it jump, jump, jump
No, don't throw my gun, get out the car, run Forest, run, run
Oh, these n*ggas my sons, dead beat to 'em, ain't got nothin' for 'em
Bad b*tch look like Ice Spice, she eatin' di*k, she the real munch
Roll, roll up one, trap doin' numbers, it jump, jump, jump
No, don't throw my gun, get out the car, run Forest, run, run
Oh, these n*ggas my sons, dead beat to 'em, ain't got nothin' for 'em
Bad b*tch look like Ice Spice, she eatin' di*k, she the real munch

[Outro]
Bad b*tch look like Ice Spice fine ass
Know what I mean? She eatin' di*k, she the real munch
Comin' back for this sh*t
Pay me in respect, not money, b*tch