ICONIC.

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ICONIC.

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[Chorus] Ayy Wake up shot-callin' Paid what? I bought it New crib psychotic I'm so iconic Fly her down to see the islands She ain't even bring her wallet They don't get it, but I got it I'm so iconic [Verse 1] Yeah, straight out the Lenox That trap phone for hours—I'm straight outta minutes They callin' up Deon to straighten out the business We take out the simps and then take out percentage—ah, uh! Period Break out the menace from capital M Now, he straight out the sentence That payout, that payout, that payout—I'm finished Then grayed out the lakehouse to Baywatch the women I cursed Go meet your maker Lord, please, don't save him Minor bumps since I been pavin' the road I go to sleep, go major Silver tooth, but I been playin' for gold That metal, keep close range—uh I cleaned up, still dangerous Can't change—West Philly raised me (Go) [Chorus] Ayy Wake up shot-callin' Paid what? I bought it New crib psychotic I'm so iconic Fly her down to see the islands She ain't even bring her wallet They don't get it, but I got it I'm so iconic [Post-Chorus] Got ya stacks up, but you ain't go no rings (Hell yeah) Got my stacks up—I'm livin' out my dreams (Hell yeah) Stretch this condo, I could fit a limousine (Hell yeah) Ain't that ironic? Ha! I'm so iconic (I got it) (I got it) (I got it) [Verse 2] This be my tunnel music Like, cut that confetti—I'm runnin' through it Like, clear they whole lane—bitch, I'm runnin' through it And if they run at me, let my youngins do it I just married—I'm honeymoonin' I got hot on my own—it ain't nothin' coolin' I don't punch in no clock—bitch, I Sun and Moon it Pour them shots up—I'm bullet- and hunnid-proof, and let it go! [Chorus] Wake up shot-callin' Paid what? I bought it New crib psychotic I'm so iconic Fly her down to see the islands She ain't even bring her wallet They don't get it, but I got it I'm so iconic (Go) [Post-Chorus] Got ya stacks up, but you ain't go no rings (Hell yeah) Got my stacks up—I'm livin' out my dreams (Hell yeah) Stretch this condo, I could fit a limousine (Hell yeah) Ain't that ironic? Ha! I'm so iconic I'm so iconic (Haha) Yeah, I'm so iconic Yeah, they don't get it, but I got it Ain't that ironic? Ha! I'm so iconic

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Writers
  • Armani White
  • Blaise Railey
  • Aire Atlantica