Ice Chips ​grouptherapy. (Ft. SWIM)

(Es muy bonita!)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Man, how you niggas sleep like this, acting this way?
Read my lips, big bitch made (uh)
Chasin' seven figures since fifth, sixth grade (uh)
I could paint a picture
Give me lemons, lemonade (ay)

[Verse 1]
My Air Jordans, boy
You're more than Scottie Pippen
Back when momma, poppa didn't have a pot to piss in
Grandaddy told me I'd be pimpin'
Shit, I miss him
Wonder if he peepin' way his grandson drippin'
It's ridiculous, I give you ten percent
I think that's generous
But when I double that, I need it back with interest
My intellect is limitless
When in effect and in this bitch
You say you next, that's tentative scribble
I hate riddles
Niggas hard knockin', but they really like brittle
Give a nigga the business, rough like Brillo
Pad my cribbo
I ain't never faked it and I still don't (ay)