Never let a n**** ice me Clyde Guevara

[Verse 1]
Uh, never let a nigga ice me (Never)
Old numbers popping up, scam likely (Brrt)
I was moving right in my off-white tee's
A print stamp on the dope trying to fiend the high beats, uh
I'm making killings in billings
Them niggas still in their feelings
I'm counting blues like I'm crippin'
Your six soul is a million
And free my dawg out of prison
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You want to f*** with a real one

[Verse 2]
And I might drop a dub on a dime b**** (Uh)
If you drop dumb your a dumb b**** (Uh)
N***** sending shots like the guardsmen
Your day ones aren't always the n***** that you come with (Uh)
Who gon’ keep a milli from the jump
Ridin’ through the city with the pump (Yeah)
Richest n**** really from the slum
N**** really try to keep it where I’m from
Had to put the sticky on the drum like (Bow, Whoa)

[Pre-Chorus]
Smoke blowing out the window (Oh)
See them n***** ‘round my opps don’t think my friends home (No, Oh)
Tell me how you want to give it up (Oh)
I don’t give a f*** about love I’m standing on big trust (Whoa)