iced to death - lil flexer lyrics
[chorus]
b-tch i’m iced to death
hunnid thousand on my neck
i be countin’ all these checks
and you know i gotta flex
i be f-cking on your ex
and your money getting less
like i’m lil pump, i be next
and your room look like a mess
[verse 1]
why you dissed x, vic mensa, you already a dead man
you thought that your future is so bright, well it just got a big sun tan
you didn’t get a hit since 2015, now you gon’ be mad
you should give up on music and go join the old man dad
the ice be falling from the roof
i just pulled up in a coupe
you can’t even make a loop
like the sub man eat some p–p
i just put 300k on my wrist
you go to worst rappers your name on the list
you tried to shoot me but you couldn’t do it and you missed
you wanna come fight well show me your fist
all this ice blinding you you tried to come and diss
why you all hating on me when you sleep in p-ss
you come home to your room and i’m f-cking on your b-tch
you try to come inside, but she suckin’ on some d-ck
[chorus]
b-tch i’m iced to death
hunnid thousand on my neck
i be countin’ all these checks
and you know i gotta flex
i be f-cking on your ex
and your money getting less
like i’m lil pump, i be next
and your room look like a mess
b-tch i’m iced to death
hunnid thousand on my neck
i be countin’ all these checks
and you know i gotta flex
i be f-cking on your ex
and your money getting less
like i’m lil pump, i be next
and your room look like a mess
[verse 2]
b-tch, i got the uzi
i be rockin’ f-ckin’ gucci
i get pateks like they’re smoothies
and i buy one every tuesday
your old b-tch she got some booty
i be shootin’ like a movie
i got blood like a jacuzzi
and you think it’s really spooky
i pull up with the glock
you ain’t got no f-cking c-ck
i’ma pull up in my whip
you a waiter you get tipped
you get death like you the grips
you be sleeping like you sick
all this ice on me you slipped
we gon’ shoot, you know we crips
[chorus]
b-tch i’m iced to death
hunnid thousand on my neck
i be countin’ all these checks
and you know i gotta flex
i be f-cking on your ex
and your money getting less
like i’m lil pump, i be next
and your room look like a mess
b-tch i’m iced to death
hunnid thousand on my neck
i be countin’ all these checks
and you know i gotta flex
i be f-cking on your ex
and your money getting less
like i’m lil pump, i be next
and your room look like a mess
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