[Chorus: Lil Tjay]
When I step on the scene, I'm icy (Icy)
Lil' niggas want be just like me (Tryna be just like me)
Every bitch wanna be called wifey (Called wife)
And I jump out on shit, this shit pricey
Niggas shout out my name
How you shout out my name, I just thought you was gang
I ain't switchin' for fame
I remember them nights, we was putting in pain
Talk hot but you walk right by me
Now my soul is extinct, come try me
Bitch had to lie me, had to do a grimy
Run up on me, nigga that's a body
Headshot, ain't no shame at all
Murder, we ain't playin' at all
I done lost so much, I ain't given up
First move and game can't to be stop
[Verse 1: Lil Tjay]
Double cup, bubble up, shawty gotta bubble butt
'Bout two, three, lines when I'm pouring up
Fake shit, fake love, I ain't with the other stuff
White ranches in my buttercup
Kid's like: "I won't grind witchu"
I don't waste my time witchu
Four-door big, can't hide no more
Pickin' and gonna my mom show
I got to get to this green bag
Just taking from nigga in a ski-mask
Run up on me i'm knocking your spleen back
And I mean that, and I mean that (my way)
Niggas try copy my drip, no way
Headshots, swear I won't miss, blow 'em dead
Thirty clips and this bitch gon' spray
Me and my niggas don't play, no, no, no, no
When I step on the scene, I'm icy (Icy)
Lil' niggas want be just like me (Tryna be just like me)
Every bitch wanna be called wifey (Called wife)
And I jump out on shit, this shit pricey
Niggas shout out my name
How you shout out my name, I just thought you was gang
I ain't switchin' for fame
I remember them nights, we was putting in pain
Talk hot but you walk right by me
Now my soul is extinct, come try me
Bitch had to lie me, had to do a grimy
Run up on me, nigga that's a body
Headshot, ain't no shame at all
Murder, we ain't playin' at all
I done lost so much, I ain't given up
First move and game can't to be stop
[Verse 1: Lil Tjay]
Double cup, bubble up, shawty gotta bubble butt
'Bout two, three, lines when I'm pouring up
Fake shit, fake love, I ain't with the other stuff
White ranches in my buttercup
Kid's like: "I won't grind witchu"
I don't waste my time witchu
Four-door big, can't hide no more
Pickin' and gonna my mom show
I got to get to this green bag
Just taking from nigga in a ski-mask
Run up on me i'm knocking your spleen back
And I mean that, and I mean that (my way)
Niggas try copy my drip, no way
Headshots, swear I won't miss, blow 'em dead
Thirty clips and this bitch gon' spray
Me and my niggas don't play, no, no, no, no
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