Ice on My Neck lyrics

by

Yung Ralph


[Chorus]
She know she bad, I got the bag
Foreign with 230 on the dash
I could count cash, fast
Pourin' up lean, go to sleep on the Xans
Roll up Gelato, three grams, stuffin' my pockets with bands
She cute, she having a hand, I'm rich I know I'm the man
Ice on my neck, god damn, I got b*tches poppin' up like spam
Stole my money gave her 22 grams
Sell the whole thang, way down to the gram
She had a fat ass, god damn, I got Supreme on my Vans, yeah
Gucci bag fill it with bands, call up the shooters they jump out the van

[Verse]
Ice skatin' got my shooters waitin'
I got the cookies bakin'
I wanna f*ck 'em, impatient
Foreign, she half-asian
Foreign, I ride like I'm racin'
38 keepin my shell casings
None of my b*tches is basic
On the red pill like Neo in The Matrix
I'm geeked up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Everything I wear is rare
Gucci with snakes and lions and bears
Louis Vuitton, I love Damier
f*ck from the back and I pull on her hair
Got them Chanel's and Montclair (Double C)
After they come out next year
I'm drankin' lean, not no beer
Shut the f*ck up, ain't no reason to care
Get your ass buss, ain't no pussies over here
Brand new foreign with the cam on the rear
Twenty thousand worth of ice in one ear
I got some b*tches that are white like veneers
These n*ggas fallin' off the map like Sears
I got these haters mad, they in tears
Ya'll n*ggas sharks, they cut like some shears
[Chorus]
She know she bad, I got the bag
Foreign with 230 on the dash
I could count cash, fast
Pourin' up lean, go to sleep on the xans
Roll up Gelato, three grams, stuffin' my pockets with bands
She cute, she having a hand, I'm rich, I know I'm the man
Ice on my neck, god damn, I got b*tches poppin' up like spam
Stole my money gave her 22 grams
Sell the whole thang, way down to the gram
She had a fat ass, god damn, I got Supreme on my vans, yeah
Gucci bag fill it with bands, call up the shooters, they jump out the van
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