So Icey Slither 1.5

Lyrics

[Intro] Wavier than a [?], the wavy man Nigga, I got a better car, I got better songs I look better, I got more bitches, nigga I just live better than you, nigga I'm the best, nigga, you niggas sittin' around at the gym You niggas… [Verse] So icey slither, jump out the Audi If it ain't 'bout money, then don't call me When I get on them Percs I feel nauseous Real slithery nigga, so move with caution In the blink of an eye, I up and rob you Got flip for the junkies like Craig Mack They know Papi fifties B-I-G Auntie don't need one, let me lеave You did four on a row, baby, take it easy Can't afford for you to bе in here ODin' I'll rob a nigga for no damn reason Had five bands on me, I ain't even need it Hood nigga, I like my noodles with Cheese Itz' Got a belt cookin' dope, I'm undefeated 7.62s will flip your beamer My wrist spin like Hurricane Katrina Stove always there every time I need it I'm still hearin' voices but I never see 'em You can't make this shit up, they think I'm tweakin' Can't leave the game alone, Unc' and Auntie need me I remember when I went OT for a weekend A hundred missed calls 'cause they ain't see me They know I show love, I don't do 'em greasy When this shit lock up, it's hard as cement Keep the Glock [?], I know they schemin' If you run up on me, I'ma say cheese you I gotta stop poppin' Percs but I really need 'em Two 30s back-to-back, Papi, take it easy I'll punch the fuck outta a nigga Put my Timbs on, stomp the fuck outta a nigga Backhand slap the fuck out your sister Papi diagnosis, Slithery syndrome Keep me the fuck out of your mentions Niggas rappin' about street shit but never did it Real street nigga with a bankroll Long live street money, bankroll Wake up in the mornin', feel like Shawty Lo Cheatin' on my bitch with the stove I'm strapped the fuck up, G.I. Joe These niggas move just like CB4 They want me dead, they wanna see me broke I feel like Boosie on death row I'm 50 Cent, you Fat Joe Junkies come to the backdoor I do not wear no goddamn Yeezys I pray to a money rag, not Jesus I picked up a Bible but didn't read it I just need the papers to roll my weed in Abuela said I act just like a demon The words you speak, you better mean it So icey slither, I'm not anemic I know you say you trap, I just don't believe it I'm the real Killa Cam, I really mean it Auntie like, "Papi, I really need it" When you talkin' to me, watch how you speakin' I dove headfirst straight to the deep end 5.56s break down your defense I don't care what happen as long as we win If we talkin' about money, then count me in Neph and the stove my only friends