​stfu ​icemop (Ft. ​*67​ (USA))

[Verse 1: *67]
Smoking on your-
Smoking on your-
Smoking on your nigga, he is dead as fuck
Smoking on your nigga, he is dead as fuck
620, U-G, I can feel it in my gut
I can't trust a bitch, I can only trust my gun
I don't wanna lick, just shut the fuck up
Why you talking money nigga you ain't getting none
I'm hanging with evvls and we sparkin' this shit up
Nigga you a bitch and your bitch is a slut
When I- when I blow up will you still show love?
Fuck Eminem, fuck Logic, fuck Russ
Nigga blow me up, nigga blow me up
Nigga- nigga blow me up, nigga blow me up
Aye, aye

[Verse 2: icemop]
I said stick, I'm gon' stick, I'm gon' stick, I'm gon' stick
Bitch faking for what
Bitch we on our other shit, with our money counting up
Build the drop, come to your crib, we know what's up
I ain't listen to your music but I know that shit sucks
You a fake claiming swag, you ain't got any signs
Know a couple of fucking people, we pull up and you run
These niggas getting scared, I just do this for fun
And these niggas counting up, they ain't toting no guns
You ain't do this shit first, you is a wrong
I'm with 67, you know we stay passing this runtz
You ain't catching on nobody nigga that was a stunt
Done