#1 Rule

Lyrics

[Intro: IceBirds] (Drippy, I'm wet) Ayy (Je t'aime, Milanezie) Ayy [Chorus: IceBirds] Stay back with that chopper, I'm shootin' like KD I know that I'm great 'cause these fuck niggas hate me All this ice on me, your bitch wanna rape me Drum on the chopper, it'll make him a painting Drum on the chopper, gon' make him a mural The ice, and my chain, and my watch havin' duals Gotta get money, my number one rule His bitch wanna fuck 'cause she think that I'm cool I kicked the bitch out, she thinkin' I'm cruel She teething, all on the dick, she gon' drool Believe it, monеy is tall, no stool Keep chasing money, won't be no fool [Verse 1: IceBirds] Keep me a stick and it shoot automatic Glock 17, and thе clip come in the plastic Damn, niggas don't want no static Team full of shooters, don't need 'em a basket Watch your maneuvers, my niggas gon' do you Up early morning, I'm up with the roosters Makin' these plays, that's just what I'm used to Don't pump fake with gang, them shooters gonna shoot you Gotta stay runnin' it up, I'ma make me a way I gotta keep the good 'za in my blunt No stress, but I had me a long day I had to call up my hittas to spin 'round the block And they ridin' with K's I gotta big bankroll in my pocket, all day, I been servin' the J's I'm killing this shit, I won't never stop, I'ma get to the top One thing to do, and that's just get guap Racks fallin' out with the chain you just bought Ice on my wrist got your bitch gettin' caught Come to IceWater, we gon' make you a star Check out the drip, how it's matchin' my car Get you some bands, it's gon' take you real far We hit the trap, count up 'til tomorrow [Verse 2: Bando Supreme] Hop in the whip, see the ice on my wrist Push to start engine, we came from a bucket Look at his chain, he might as well tuck it He only get paid on a Friday, Chris Tucker That money be talkin', and your shit mumble All the bands in my pants make them jealous I don't need them checks, just hearing me cash money off my schedule It's cold out here, so I stay with the heat Ain't put in the work, but he grabbin' a plate when it's time to eat Chopper eat 'em for supper Callin' the plays, no huddle SRT burn rubber, stay with the stick in public for all of my enemies They tryna copy, but it's only one of me Came with plenty shots, I don't drink liquor, I sip lean [Chorus: IceBirds] Stay back with that chopper, I'm shootin' like KD I know that I'm great 'cause these fuck niggas hate me All this ice on me, your bitch wanna rape me Drum on the chopper, it'll make him a painting Drum on the chopper, gon' make him a mural The ice, and my chain, and my watch havin' duals Gotta get money, my number one rule His bitch wanna fuck 'cause she think that I'm cool I kicked the bitch out, she thinkin' I'm cruel She teething, all on the dick, she gon' drool Believe it, money is tall, no stool Keep chasing money, won't be no fool [Outro] (Drippy, I'm wet) (Je t'aime, Milanezie)