Young Starks

Lyrics

Icerocks, what's good? Yo, take this [?], Lord You know I'm 'bout to chef up Ay! Lord, Lord! (Verse 1) We different, you rep the long arm of the law I'm from where your moms and your aunt on raw (Shit) Microwave to stove, freezer to the sink [?] What'chu think? Beloved wasn't bustin' no sales? All night Till' the morning I was punchin' them scales (Hold that down, Lord) The digi or the triple beam You really wasn't flippin' things You probably had a nickel team (Pussy) Old ass, dusty ass packrunners (Fuck outta' here) Thirty for the Lord